I worked all night, got home half an hour ago
to find I now have 8 hours work to do in the studio.
No bed soup for me :(
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:04, archived)

Booo.
I prescribe rum and pineapple juice and bacon and sausages for breakfast.
( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:05, archived)

Rum?
Are your feckin' mad?
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:07, archived)

Nope, it is NYOM.

( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:08, archived)

I drank a whole one of these once.
www.pussers.com
I wasn't very well.
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:10, archived)

It is a very nice rum though
I recall a friend throwing up after I gave him a large measure of this and the silly twat decided to down it in one, even though I warned him to take it easy.
( Lord Gnome, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:14, archived)

Yes, but he was only nine.

( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:16, archived)

He was quite drunk at the time
Didn't really help. I ended up cleaning the mess up in the bathroom and giving a running commentary on what I thought he had for dinner.
( Lord Gnome, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:19, archived)

and yet you still walk amonst us
only answer is that you is pickled on the inside.
( Tyronne Get To Falkirk, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:15, archived)

** stumble ** What did you call my pint?.....ohhh....

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:18, archived)

WANT

( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:19, archived)

I predict a comedy head fall onto a mixing desk.
Waking up with a fader where a tooth used to be.
(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 9:06, archived)