At lunchtime I shall be nipping down the station to get a meatball marinara
and pick up £150 worth of Euros, as my dad wants donations to his charity project for his birthday at the end of the week.

Or at least he did, but now my brother has put the cat amongst the pigeons by claiming to vaguely remember something different. Dad is being annoyingly unavailable having moved recently and not yet set up with phone and internet. Sod it, that's what he's getting.

I've been informed of a potential goldmine of cheap wine at a local supermarket that's "going dry" so I'm planning on stopping there on the way home and spending whatever I have left.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Tue 2 Aug 2011, 11:34, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

I need to pick up on this
A fucking supermarket that is stopping selling the lovely booze... That can only be described as fucking shit.
(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Tue 2 Aug 2011, 13:36, Reply)