WFH today, just sank the third pint of real ale at my local

[71 Guns - channeling the spirit of Mr Hat]

How does anyone manage to do any work after three pints at lunchtime?

Probably Spitfire or other weak shÃ*t.

[Pat Vegas]

Along with a bacon and avocado sandwich and chips.

The odds that Friday afternoon doesn't involve a visit to the couch? Precisely f*cking zero.

Afternoon naps on the couch post pub lunch

The leafs might make the playoffs

Though I can't help but feel they are a bit like the Tottenham Hotspur of the NHL.

[Pat Vegas]

Going to the cinema alone makes you a pervert, I'm afraid. I don't make the rules.

A couple of pints one one's own while doing the crossword, however, is exactly what a proper chap ought to be doing of a lunchtime.

I think it's far more enjoyable on your own.
For starters i don't have to keep telling my wife to be quiet.

[Sir C]

On this topic, Mrs WES has delivered two of said things and I can assure you, Charles, that her front bottom is fully up to scratch.

Evolution has made them quite recoverable in that regard.

Yes, but remember, he's only got a teeny weeny winkie.

It'll be a miracle if he touches the sides.

[Sir C]

WHY DOES THE BAD MAN SAY SUCH THINGS, SIR C?

I might have to start drinking now

Have some more livercheese. That's what you need.

[World's End Stella]

Probably Spitfire or other weak shÃ*t.

Atlantic - from some brewery in some ****hole called Cornwall

[Burney]

I think it's far more enjoyable on your own.
For starters i don't have to keep telling my wife to be quiet.

I feel much the same about sex these days, to be honest.

[Burney]

Have some more livercheese. That's what you need.

They really do have zero aesthetic sensibility when it comes to language, your krauts, don't they? Livercheese, ffs!

[71 Guns - channeling the spirit of Mr Hat]

Atlantic - from some brewery in some ****hole called Cornwall

Oh I say. What a very good choice sirrah. Lovely stuff. Bastárd.

[Luis Anaconda]

They really do have zero aesthetic sensibility when it comes to language, your krauts, don't they? Livercheese, ffs!

Oh god yes - ridicules language, b. I was being taught Bavarian last night -jesus wept