You need to get your missus telt. Better still, sit yersel doon with a drink of your choice one evening and if she gies ye 'the look' slap it aff her face. She'll soon get the idea.
She'd leather me. It is my own choice I don't drink in the house. I do if folk come round or if I come home leathered but otherwise I can't be arsed. Someone dropped in a bottle of wine to me earlier. I wasn't expecting it and it was a very kind gesture but they needen't have bothered. It'll be getting shifted on to someone else if the missus doesn't guzzle it tomorrow.
Whiskey is for homeless ****s to keep warm. Now a bottle of poteen on the other hand hmm. Ive not got one this year and i'm a bit pissed off about it
That sounds like the sort of advice jip could do with. The man's been puttin up with too much all for a bitta drinkin
You shut up anaw Am still trying to get ma heid around this unacculate conception thing. Shagged her once and all of a sudden am the daddy.
Laphrhoaig is the personal favourite out of the collection (I have 6 or 7 of the more expensive ones) but to be honest if i am trying to get drunk i love the taste of Whyte & Macky or teachers as much as anything else.
