The boss got me tickets for the hurling Sunday
The boss got me tickets for the hurling Sunday
Were you not at it last year too?
Exactly, it's not often you get to even go to one. Should be far better this year anyway with who's in it. He's not going to it and heading on the piss to Galway city for it instead. I was talking to him around 3 and he was on the train over absolutely shitfaced.Originally Posted by Boydy
I had one of itsu's instant noodle pots for dinner. What a load of shit. The noodles are those wank transparent ones and you don't even get a lol sachet of dried vegetables. There's not even a remote hint that there's actual food in it.
The naked noodle pots aren't too bad.
Do Pot Noodle still do the black one with the hot sauce?
Instant noodles for dinner. No wonder you weigh three stone.
I still can't get over Charlie (real name, username is lost to me) eating 'chicken on pasta' because 'the taste of food doesn't matter'. Must have been nearly 10 years ago as well.
Anyway, there are only 2 good pot-noodle things. Chicken and Mushroom and Hoisin. If you get anything else you have only yourself to blame.
Bombay Bad Boy.
Yeah they do.
Quite happy to go along with this idea that I'm underweight.
Love those.Bombay Bad Boy.
Yeah they do.
The Chilli Beef Pot Noodle is better. Not quite as spicy, but it actually has some flavour to it.
Hopefully it's close, but whoever wins this it's going to be the tits
Going to a pop up German beer festival tonight, thankfully they do ciders and also have a gin bar, otherwise it'd be a waste of time and money.
You don't drink beer?
No its disgusting especially ale and such other shite.
I'm a spirit man.
Hates beer, goes to a beer festival.
Brilliant.
It's called being sociable, understandably something you have no concept of.
Yeah, I'm sure going there and thinking you're above everyone socially and quietly seething at everything will be good for you.
I would be but I've just said there's ciders and gin so smh.
smh needs to stop. This isn't Reddit and you're not a 14 year old American.
Also, gin is now only for wankers. Long gone are the days when it came in a normal fucking glass with tonic and lemon.
Gin is for boring middle class girls who think liking tea, gin and baking makes them quirky.
It's another way that's been dreamt up to rob idiots in pubs.
Indeed it does.
Gin is good, but it's too much of a thing now. Better when it was straight up mother's ruin. Still, 2 pints of cider and 2 large gins, ice in the cider, might even get called a perfumed ponce in the toilets Magic.
This page is a slog of fucking negativity. None of you are cool for shitting on things.
I'm spending my Saturday night watching the tennis with my Grandma and drinking tea. Fuckin wholesome yea
Hull has a gin bar now (apparently the first one in Yorkshire), and it feels like an alternate universe.
Laver Cup?
When I was sixteen or so my mates and I started drinking gin for a while because Kiss had a song called Cold Gin.
I don't believe it the GIN BAR is corporate only so I've paid Ł12 to come and drink piss for Ł4 a pint. FUCK.
I wouldn't give them another penny.
Drinking Strongbow at 4 quid a fuke pint lolol fml smh
Ya, I got free VIP tickets through a friend of the friend for yesterday's morning session. Was in the 2nd row, a little too low of an angle but you can't complain when the lounge is full of free alcohol and cute waitresses. Watching today's games on a TV in my village though.
Single portaloos is a savior for my shame of paruresis.
It's probably not surprising that I like gin in a wanky glass.
I went to the Manchester museum today. Still amazes me the collection from Egypt and the mummy they have open. Finished the day off with an all you can eat multi country buffet - ridiculously good. Feel like a proper fat cunt now.
The amount of pinched shite in our museums is a real point of national pride.
Gin in a massive wine bauble/chalice really pisses me off.
Highball or suitable equivalent.
Went for a couple of drinks after work yesterday, dreadful mistake. Got too giddy and had 4 pints in quick succession on an empty stomach and I was fucking battered. Idiot. Even spilled my pint over a guy I know. Staggered home and apparently I just kept telling my mother "I dunno why I'm so pissed". Had to work this morning, as well.
This afternoon was a big improvement, albeit quite bittersweet. Girl I was seeing this summer got back from her 3 week holiday, and I went round hers for a few hours and shagged her a couple of times and ate frozen pizzas with her and her family, but she fucks off to Milan at 5am for a whole year for some erasmus bullshit. Oh well.
I didn't shag her with her family, to clarify.
Heh. Cucked.
It sounds like you and Hammer are in similar positions. So...
You fucked while her family was there? Damn son thats hot
Why didn't you warm up the pizza?
Now you mention it, they were definitely cooked less than I'd like. I prefer my supermarket pizzas cooked to the higher end of the suggested time, essentially almost overcooked but not quite. These were done so the cheese hasn't gone crispy at all. Kept it to myself though, obviously.
Just had a bacon and black pudding sandwich. Was fucking amazing.
Regarding my bird, we've both agreed to just go off and do what (who) we want for the next year or so, and just see where things are when she gets back next May. But she's told me essentially shag whoever I want, come and visit her in Milan at some point, but if I start actually getting serious with someone I have to tell her. In an ideal world I'll just have lots of casual, meaningless sex for the next year then me and the girl will live happily ever after, but, i dunno....I just have a feeling that it isn't going to end well
The feeling is that you know i means she's going to be taking it balls deep for the next year too. Balls deep in Milan for that matter.
Now you mention it, they were definitely cooked less than I'd like. I prefer my supermarket pizzas cooked to the higher end of the suggested time, essentially almost overcooked but not quite. These were done so the cheese hasn't gone crispy at all. Kept it to myself though, obviously.
Just had a bacon and black pudding sandwich. Was fucking amazing.
Regarding my bird, we've both agreed to just go off and do what (who) we want for the next year or so, and just see where things are when she gets back next May. But she's told me essentially shag whoever I want, come and visit her in Milan at some point, but if I start actually getting serious with someone I have to tell her. In an ideal world I'll just have lots of casual, meaningless sex for the next year then me and the girl will live happily ever after, but, i dunno....I just have a feeling that it isn't going to end well
i'm okay with that part. it's just been far more intense and relationshippy than we intended. she said in a not-so-cryptic way "you don't have to tell me in too much detail what you're getting up to, but...if you ever need to tell me....something serious...you have to". Basically, i'm just dreading how sad it'll be if I start getting serious with someone else back here, and having to tell her. And despite the fact we're agreed to be non-exclusive, I have a date with some tinder girl on Wednesday and I still can't but help feel guilty about it. Emotions ennit.
I feel fucking revolting. That's why I don't drink beer.
Ah fuck it. Like you say, just let the next year play out for you both in whatever way and then what happens happens.
I'm having my first beer since the honeymoon. Yeast, sweet sweet yeast
Sounds like she was the one. What's that, 2 hours when she is out of the door and you're trying to bang again?
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