I got locked in front of the potential mother in law last week. Cunt this and fuck that, slapping arses and falling asleep in the restaurant… I ended up ordering some Mellon and Parma ham starter, tho I hate fucking Mellon and ordered some horrible fish pasta that I didn’t touch, thick cunt. Had to be put to bed at 1.30 while the rest partied till 5. It was the curse of drinking fresh… The next day I apologized for my state and that was that- fear is for mugs. No drinking now till Christmas which will be spent with said potential mother in law! Lovely.
When’s the wedding mate?
They have you right where they want you now.
Similar experience happened to me recently. Tipp had lost the All Ireland. I had a savage dose of the fear. What seemed to work at the time was to compliment the potential mother in law of her culinary prowess as I went for seconds and sit through an episode of downton abbey and guffaw along to the stupid innuendos.
7 full days on it now boys, the flight back to Gatwick Sunday will be interesting
Signing in, and then some.
In. Dying here on the couch waiting for the football. Fortunately I’ve just sent herself to the shop for the makings of a fish finger sandwich.
I’m going to go down the local and drink on my own for the afternoon. I’m fluthered.
Sprawled out on a couch
Saying ouch
And unable to move
Out of my groove
My eyes are rotting in my head
And I feel completely dead
I wish I was still in bed
Unconscious, instead of regretting something I said
I think I want to die
I think I want to say bye bye
I think I want it all to end
And not have to answer to those I did offend
Falling over when I walk
Slurring my words when I talk
All I can eat is burnt toast
And my face looks like a ghost
Signing out although I forgot to sign in yesterday. It’s a beautiful day in the capital and all is right with the world.
Had an open bar last night for a birthday party and I had a fucking skinful, thankfully I’m immune from depression when I’m in New York and I’m now heading out for football Sunday. Get the fook in.
Will be singing in here in a few days.
[QUOTE=“briantinnion, post: 1029987, member: 6”]Had an open bar last night for a birthday party and I had a fucking skinful, thankfully I’m immune from depression when I’m in New York and I’m now heading out for football Sunday. Get the fook in.
Will be singing in here in a few days.[/QUOTE]
I hope you sing better than that @The Big Cheese fella. He has the place ruined with his awful voice.
signing in
Where are your nutribullets now you gowl?
Oh Dear, disappointing developments. The entire Bullet project now in jeopardy…
Broke up from it
What were your stats, pal?
14 pints at 38 minutes per pint? 14 pints @ 38 m/p?
[QUOTE=“Colin Montgomerie, post: 1033240, member: 9”]What were your stats, pal?
14 pints at 38 minutes per pint? 14 pints @ 38 m/p?[/QUOTE]
Started at 1:30 for the second half of the Celtic game and got in a 3am. So I would say 20 lager tops in 13.5 hours which would work aout around 40 m/p