Normally I tend to drink like a fucking fish over the 2 weeks before Christmas, give it a big lash on Stephenās night and then pretty much stop until the end of February. Maybe if Iām out with herself Iāll have a drink in that time. Couldnāt be bothered with New Yearās, pile of shite. Last night for instance I didnāt have a drink as I had to pick up Fitzy Jnr and some of his mates from a party at 1.30am (this is my life now). Iām back in work on Monday, so doing lots of jobs around the house, going to the beach and out for lunch with herself, a very quiet time.
And then today as I was staining the deck, I had a revelation
An epiphany if you like.
What in the good fuck am I doing? Iām on holidays until next week. Apart from Easter I wonāt see a break until probably September. Why the fuck arenāt I drinking?
A bottle of wine was duly produced for dinner and beers put in the fridge. I will be drinking the shit out of it for the bext three days.
Many of us on the forum delight in these inane tales as a relief from the neverending, pointless, pathetic, circular, my dick is bigger than yours arguments that you and the likes of @anon7035031 and @Sidney engage in, spoiling the entire TFK experience for the rest of us.
Youāve even upset @Bandage ffs.