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Garmin Connect positively livid with me this morning.
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Garmin Connect positively livid with me this morning.
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I went out yesterday evening with my friends, friends, football friends. Got absolutely bollixed in Flight Club & then The Duke. Ordered a Pizza Hut delivery on way home around 1.30am but passed out on the couch when I got in. Yer delivery man hopped off the front door for ages apparently until my (still) life partner woke up & answered. I’d seemingly ordered chips, garlic bread & chicken tenders - not even a pizza. She couldn’t get me to stir so ate the chips & chicken tenders herself & went back to bed. I subsequently woke up around 4am & puked my ring up. I managed to tidy it & myself up a bit & got to bed eventually. I’ve been fucking dying all day & think my drinking days might be numbered, bar a few midweek Baileys Coffees in The 51 perhaps.
A mother of all hangovers today. Puked several times and nearly shat my pants.
You need to go on the offensive. Tell the bitch she drank your soakage and thus fucked with your excellent drink management for what you knew would be a rough night. Basically …
it was her that really made you puke.
Wise choice. You clearly had your wits about you. Such as they are
TNH
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You lads are killing yourselves, and your joy.
I haven’t had a beer in almost a week. I’ve been molto productive, and very smug. (Ive rewarded myself with a few beers)
Hooch= no good .
You needed to go out again tonight. Here’s hoping you did
Agreed, sure his children are nearly up at ttthis stage; he needs to be going out every night to progress his career, like that Gerald Keane fella. Tell her ‘sure, that’s the way its gone.’
Why Pizza Hut?
My hazy recollection is it was the option with quickest estimated delivery time from the small number of options still delivering at 1.30am/2am. ![]()
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