Been to many the past few years.
Dads was a bummer, the state I was in. There was a piss up with relatives the night before, I got up early day of the funeral to tidy up for the old dear. There was shed loads of half empty cans and bottles, so I hoovered these up. Realised I was drunk, and with the weed and Valium I'd boshed, I could hardly stand, so it was marching powder for to get me walking in a straight line. so, sorry dad, I was out my fucking skull for your day in the crem. Still miss you mate.
At least I was reasonably sober for mums. Miss you too, like anything.
(Pookie Bear had some very shiny foez, Sun 14 Apr 2013, 21:01, 2 replies)

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( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Mon 15 Apr 2013, 7:40, closed)

Seek help.

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