Saturday, October 07, 2006

So, anyway, I just got in, and I'm so proud of myself for not getting one of those poisonous burgers by the tube on the way home, but I actually went back fucking out and got one. Oh, well, what you gonna do?
Been drinking to filthy levels with The Webster. Turns out he's moving to Bristol next thursday. Good on him. What could possibly go wrong with that descision?

5 comments:

doppelganger said...

Bristol?.... meh..... says nothin' to me about my life.....

I am not Kek-w said...

Hey, Dopps....you're just gonna looove Skipper Webb: he's one of the best people in the whole universe!

London's loss is our gain.

Molly Bloom said...

I think you should post her next to Heather. They look spookily similar.

You went out to get one of those burgers?! I once witnessed my brother (very drunk) actually PICK ONE OUT OF THE GUTTER that someone had thrown over his shoulder in disgust. My brother chowed down on it with gusto.

Yum!

They always taste great after 10 pints. I also saw someone eat some raw chicken drumsticks when they were really drunk. So, you haven't hit *rock bottom* yet.

I've never been to Bristol...I think I better get over to have a look.

Dominic Zero said...

Bristol's very nice. It has 'character', whatever that is. And I'm sure the burgers are equally as revolting as anywhere else.
Webb's ace, although he does need a shag.

El Duderino said...

Don't we all.