I really think I have to stop this joke of my life I moved my life right throw a dig a hole in goggle maps and end up in Christchurch doing the same thing as I was in London drinking and making a fucking dick of myself and leaving a trail of lady’s that I fall for and then somehow manage to fuck it up. anyway Andy farmer last shift last night so me and waz finish work went back to his place and had a couple of ciders well a bottle each to be truthful and then went back to the bog to collect Andy I think we piss of Andy it was closed we help Andy close up I say help I do not think we were that much help I spelt a varce with water in it all over the bar he had just cleaned and then not to sound gay me and waz were casing each over all over the bar with tea towis wiping each, then to the Mickey of fin’s I had one drink and I was over it pissed as a drunk on the street well all left to complete a 24 mission chicken cordon blur that is becoming a rotten with me and waz drink,24, cordon blur, home but this time waz was really nice and cooked us all pie’s really nice pie and they were hot this time because the night before he did the same for me and hem but they were still frozen in the middle but we ate them anyway
Im worry about your liver…
