My son comes down to pick the bairns up and walks straight into my toilet for a post drink shite. Couldn't have done that at his house, oh no, stinks my house out. Manky b*****d !!!!
After a shit load of drink on Saturday night, then wretching like f**k as i spewed up, I ended up at the docs today as my Uvula (the speedball looking thing) in my mouth is that swollen its touching my tongue and making me bowk continuously. Its giving me a pure scunnering
Its Saturday night and I'm sitting with a fucking onesie on, wearing my glasses coz I canny see the nexus screen having to watch fucking pishy X Factor, changed days.
Well, that's the last week of the lotto for me, £2 is just to much for me, greedy basas. Been doing it since the beginning, but I'll be lucky dipping when the euro has a big jackpot from now on