bad admiral says:
saturday: burger king triple whopper, hang out with five drunk tits, wail on guitar, triple whopper again, booze, triple whopper, death.
Morrell's a bad influence, 6 slabs of meat in 1 day?
Tonight - Play on the interweb, listen to loud obnoxious music
Tomorrow - Cosy night in with the wife. I think I'm making butternut squash ravioli, and need to think of a nice pudding
Saturday - Suppose I'd better mow the lawn if it doesn't rain.
Sunday - Roast beef dinner, I'm going for a low temperature 12 hour roast. Off to the pub to watch United falter against Pompey, and get really annoyed cus that fat cnut won't stop ringing that fucking bell