I'm in the dog house this morning. Had a few beers last night and apparently I snored like a foghorn and woke the missus up. I don't actually remember snoring, so this is a bit of a Schrodinger's Cat situation. Don't think it'll go down too well if I tell her I don't remember snoring though. Some things are best left unsaid
That was funny last night. I'm not surprised you are in the dog house, the psychology of you was amusing to watch. So much more fun being sober.
put a small lump of soap on their lip and they blow soap bubbles all night and wake up with a dreadful urge to vomit . allegedly
It's nice to have a few beers and a smoke after work on a saturday. Fortunately I don't make a habit of doing that, otherwise I reckon I'd be sleeping up on the moors in my Bivvy before long. Anyway, this is all inconsequential compared to how @Libby must be feeling this morning
Oh jeez, yeah wouldn't want to be feeling like @Libby right now. You guise make him worse, because you encourage him. Well, at least @Tobes did lay his options out for him.
Bit like when @PINKIE asked me if I ever inhale - I knew then he was well gone, aint been asked that since I was a teenager.
The old insomnia ****ed me clean up last night. Didn’t get to sleep until about 2, woke up again at 3.30. Got up, pottered around until about 5, went back to bed, fell asleep then got woken with absolute muthafucking cramp about 6.30, got up again, had a coffee, and back to bed at 7, finally got some Z’s until about 11. Even the strongest sleeping pills don’t really cut it anymore, I can finally understand how old MJ the nonce ended up on his ‘milk’ IV anaesthetic ffs.