We used to have it as a very weak shandy when we were kids when we had Sunday lunch. Loved it. Never really drank it when I got older. It's called dog.
Was pretty much wasted yesterday at my birthday bash. Was up at 6am making food for the party which started at 12:30 pm went home at 2am. Think I was more tired than pissed, slept like a baby, **** the bed.
No one else has posted on this thread since last Friday, barring you and the bloke you’ve just replied to. Narcissism and paranoia aren’t a good look mate.
No idea. Maybe previous posts. Also, you spelt pronounced wrong. I’d hate to think that was somehow deliberate.