
It’s 21 May, 2009. We’ve got a three-day weekend because the Queen’s got diarrhoea or something.
The great thing about a three-day weekend is that it gives you options: you can get drunk four times, or you can get so colossally drunk once that you don’t sober up all weekend, and you don’t know where you are, and a month later you’re watching telly and they show CCTV footage of someone running stark naked through Preston with a traffic cone on their head shouting “IT’S THE FUCKING GOATS, KEVIN” and making gang signs and it all comes flooding back and then you shoot yourself in the head.
Have a lovely Bank Holiday weekend dudes. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!




















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