Shaggy, as per every friday and saturday night, was totally mangled, which led to him coming into the shop this afternoon, to try and apologize for any grief he caused me last night. There was none, but to see shaggy so battered after a night on the Magners was cause enough for me to feel better about my existence, and the fact that for two thirds of the night, I was drinking like a lowlife on my own.
Today I woke with no hangover, which shocked even my dog.
I then took it upon my self to show the amazing, yet relatively small collection of buddahs and swastika stuff I own in my lodgings. I also took it upon myself to take a photo of my already half scoffed breakfast (they we're shreddies by the way).

And so now, it is time to hit up my missus's place of work. I shall send words onto you're screens either later or tomorrow for you all to digest, think about and enjoy. Happy Saturday y'all!
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