43 - Strip joint full of hunchbacks
So. I'm back in the game. After my mid holiday dip two days, I had a day of near abstinence (some wine, and about 6/7 beers) which has done me the world of good. Feeling hot, hot, hot, well luke warm anyway.
Dinner with GF-Dad1 was good, albeit a tad ridiculous. I got a Belly Buster Mix Grill. Now I'm not a me[a]teorologist but I do believe it was bigger than the Giant Icelandic Volcanic Ash Cloud that has given thousands of lucky twats free extended holidays recently. It arrived on its own silver platter serving dish, with all the sides (salad, chips, eggs, onion rings, tomato) on a huge side plate. Suffice to say, I got the meat sweats. Gonna need a colonic pretty soon.
Yesterday GF was off, so we were very grown up and went to the garden centre. Then I was a little less grown up and we then had a fight. I had about eighty quid on me, and I wanted to buy about five of six hamsters and a pond liner shell thing, and create my own Roman Gladiatorial Amphitheatre for them, after a gruelling contest the winner and sole survivor I would set free. She said I was being a dickhead, so while she stropped off to look at some fish, I debated whether or not a normal domestic fork could be glued or stapled to the a hamsters foot to resemble a trident style stabby weapon [I have to say if you ever go to a garden centre don't expect the staff to be any help, they knew fuck all about Hamsters]. Didn't happen in the end, the lazy cunts just were not active enough to make it an entertaining proposition. If I had more money I would have bought some Degus, they were going fucking crackers in the next cage along, shagging, fighting, gnawing, fucking loving that spinning wheel, but they were like fifteen quid each, and I'm not stupid. So we made up in the pub next door (which we both knew was the real reason we went to the garden centre in the first place) over a damn fine seafood platter. I did pick up a Grow Your Own Chilli Plant in a Pot thing in the garden centre, which means the highlight of my day today is going to be kicking that little bad lad off, in 3-4 months I will be fucking laden down with the little hot bastards.
So its 11:12am, bar chilli planting, all my chores are done for the day - I'm not gonna lie to you, the list was not that extensive - so I'm sitting debating whether to watch The Sopranos or Sons of Anarchy, or maybe even the Snooker which I've been a lover of for as long as I can remember. I should do some editing, or go in the garden and paint. Should.
Finally for now, here is a good website I found, its about things people did last night. http://thingsididlastnight.com/
Dinner with GF-Dad1 was good, albeit a tad ridiculous. I got a Belly Buster Mix Grill. Now I'm not a me[a]teorologist but I do believe it was bigger than the Giant Icelandic Volcanic Ash Cloud that has given thousands of lucky twats free extended holidays recently. It arrived on its own silver platter serving dish, with all the sides (salad, chips, eggs, onion rings, tomato) on a huge side plate. Suffice to say, I got the meat sweats. Gonna need a colonic pretty soon.
Yesterday GF was off, so we were very grown up and went to the garden centre. Then I was a little less grown up and we then had a fight. I had about eighty quid on me, and I wanted to buy about five of six hamsters and a pond liner shell thing, and create my own Roman Gladiatorial Amphitheatre for them, after a gruelling contest the winner and sole survivor I would set free. She said I was being a dickhead, so while she stropped off to look at some fish, I debated whether or not a normal domestic fork could be glued or stapled to the a hamsters foot to resemble a trident style stabby weapon [I have to say if you ever go to a garden centre don't expect the staff to be any help, they knew fuck all about Hamsters]. Didn't happen in the end, the lazy cunts just were not active enough to make it an entertaining proposition. If I had more money I would have bought some Degus, they were going fucking crackers in the next cage along, shagging, fighting, gnawing, fucking loving that spinning wheel, but they were like fifteen quid each, and I'm not stupid. So we made up in the pub next door (which we both knew was the real reason we went to the garden centre in the first place) over a damn fine seafood platter. I did pick up a Grow Your Own Chilli Plant in a Pot thing in the garden centre, which means the highlight of my day today is going to be kicking that little bad lad off, in 3-4 months I will be fucking laden down with the little hot bastards.
So its 11:12am, bar chilli planting, all my chores are done for the day - I'm not gonna lie to you, the list was not that extensive - so I'm sitting debating whether to watch The Sopranos or Sons of Anarchy, or maybe even the Snooker which I've been a lover of for as long as I can remember. I should do some editing, or go in the garden and paint. Should.
Finally for now, here is a good website I found, its about things people did last night. http://thingsididlastnight.com/
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