... The baby's not yours, Stephen Gerrard, The baby's not yours! Should a went travelling when ya should have! Instead you're dreading PANCAKE Tuesday!!!
The bitters are getting desperate now, next they'll be making things up about Robbie Fowler doing drugs.....................
I've got a severe dose of the Horrors coming on Tried to make an attempt to get to go to bed to sleep at 2:00am but ended up fighting with the bed sheets
I hate the fear. No had it for ages though. Whenever I get it I'm afraid to look at my phone If I don't remember sending anything, and don't look at my phone, then it never happened
It's gotta be the worst feeling out there. I can be such a dick when I'm drunk as the evidence clearly show
My brother told me that one time I drank a litre of gin within 1 1/2 hours and barricaded myself in my bedroom with an ironing board I punched a wall one time thinking it was hollow, even though it was the outside wall of someones house Ended up with a broken hand and had to go to the hospital to have pebbledash removed I've raced my brother home from the dancing as well, him in a taxi and me running. He was about to overtake me so I ran in front of it to make it slow down I still won
Theres plenty more of them. Pub golf night could have filled a book with the stories I had been saying guinness was like downing a steak pie.....so in my guinness they put half a steak pie and I still downed it in one That night on the way home I climbed on top of a van that had a ladder on the back. Flats looking onto the van and a guy comes out on his balcony top floor and shouts at me to get off his van. I lay down thinking he wouldn't be able to see me Then I tried to steal the ladder attached to the top, couldn't undo the screws so slid down the windscreen and bolted
funny how theres always a specific moment in time when you say to yourself " ah , it will be fine , ive handled this before " I once went straight from workto my mates just to kill a few hours before I went to play fives ; unfortunately he was settling in for a night of chopping straight from the rock...so , just to be sociable ,you know, had to join in....but then went to play fives ; spent an hour on the pitch with his parting words "dont go, thats heart attack material" replaying over and over in my head. still , played a blinder though .
Need to call you Gazza now No truer word ever been said. What the **** was the point of last night I keep asking myself
but what was the point of NOT doing it.............thats the cruel duality of man summed up right there mate
