Can't type as elogantly as cem, as feeling off-colour
Finish work at 5pm (WFH).
5:10 - walk out house
exchange a few texts with Cripple, who is texting me that vamps and gixer are trying to get him in trouble
5:35 - walk in the Red Lion
at some point, go to one of the Indian Restuarants
10:45 - get home
10:50 - collapse on bed
9:30am - wake up
All I remember, unlike cem, is Fosters, some rough whisky, Cobra and Madras. And everyone smiling (trouble is incredibly rare in Brakkers, as low-life retards haven't been invented here yet)
Lies I tell you lies, Cripple is full of them...............

which, loosely translated, means cripple wants his post count back. 
What's a post count... Can't remember the last time I had one

Sycophant......there is obviously something you have with Tubby that we don't, and even in his words you refuse to accept your part in the trouble that is dividing oof to the point of it's demise...shame on you..............
