May 7th, 2011 at 6:52 pm by Stupid Rubbish

Sometimes stupidly heavy drinking returns to my life like a dirty old fat cock of a friend that I absolutely know is a total and utter c*nt, but can’t help liking more than I should.

It’s like a trapdoor.

A trapdoor from a nice safe place that leads straight into a forty foot drop into a paddling pool full of white dogsh!t, broken glass and Ronnie Corbett.

But what can you do?

Sometimes I think sitting in light rain, wearing a dirty vest with a bottle of Scotch and a cigar, whilst people wander past and wonder what the f*ck you are doing. Because you look like a filthy tattooed giant shaven-headed tramp and they want to put some distance between you and them, is just f*cking ACE.

Tomorrow might smell difficult though.

But why change the habit of a lifetime?

Besides, it’s my f*cking party and I will cry (and masturbate) if I want to.

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