Ok we have A visitor. Clazza is here.... Well she's gone off to be important at a meeting today. Last night we had pizza and chocolate trifle and lots of wine (lambrini Jude!) and we chilled infront of the TV. Chatting and mumbling some crap to one another, as you do when you've had a bit to drink and are tired. Then this programme comes on Sky One. The most roughest pubs in Britain. We're sat there all cosy when suddenly the pub down the end of the road appears. We get 10 minutes of the regulars telling tales and being rough and ready. Tales of knives and baseball bats, punch-ups and drugs. Clazza wants to go down there tonight and see if we can pick up some of the 'talent' available. You heard of the great unwashed...Well they're in THAT pub. All of them. Clazza fancied the 5ft nothing guy with the beard and long hair dressed in army surplus. She loved his belching.
Tonight my mate Marie's coming round to discuss men, life, drink, vibrators, rubber wear, and chocolate. Sounds good. Drunk posting may happen so beware.
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