Discussion in 'Moopy Moop' started by Ag, May 15, 2020.
Well I'm pissed.
Oh GO ON
Do you BELIEVE IN LIFE AFTER LOVE
Been drinking wine all afternoon in the park now I’m hungover and can’t sleep.
I'm about half a bottle into a bottle of M&S pinot grigio blush
I finished off two bottles of PINOT and currently ending the evening with a bit of RUM
I had a couple of beers. And then I had a couple more beers. It's ButterTart's fault. I listened to all my nominations for the Dance Anthems Rate and then I just kept going.
Trying to drink a beer now to help me sleep. My mistake was stopping drinking 3 hours ago thinking I’ll feel better when I should’ve carried on till I passed out.
Anusing is possible.
Currently watching tonight’s episode of Big Brother 7
I'm as sober as a judge, and as DULL as one too
Didn't you say you were a few episodes ahead, little boy?
I’m on day 32
They keep POPPING UP on my recommended lists but how could I miss BONNEH’s DEPARTURE?!
I've had 200ml of beer. I'm not sure I can participate.
I can only really drink DAS BIER at the START of the night
Have 200ml of gin and take off your shirt.
It is the start of the night.
Gin can fuck right off. Whisky me and I'm anyone's.
Just can’t believe a word he says. 19 and all that malarkey, my arse. 55 and living in a caravan in Dundee more like. It’s all a TERRIBLE LIE!
I like to START and END with beer.
Not QUITE DUNDEE, it’s SKEGGY
Shame. The Dundonians have such an interesting accent as well.
I mean it’s ACTUALLY Chesterfield in REAL LIFE and ALL THAT
I don’t know the difference, and I don’t care to find out.
Nowhere else is famous for a CROOKED SPIRE
How did it get this late? I am NOT DRUNK ENOUGH
My flatmate made me drink natural wine which both looked, and tasted like, foamy piss.
Aw I’m jealous of your park drinking
but that you could do that in Glasgow anyway but STILL
I was LATE on the wine but here we ARE
Is it still technically illegal to drink in Kelvingrove Park? I remember drinking there in the summer at uni and everyone hiding their booze when the rangers drove past.
Meanwhile no one bats an eyelid if you openly do ket in London Fields.
Drink more. I only had one can of Rekorderlig and then started taking the dog's anti-inflammatories on the off chance they'd simulate MDMA in humans. From the 110 songs I had at the start of the night, I've carefully whittled down my list to a mere 182.
12:30am in the Big Moopy house. Lucille is offering bribes in exchange for a glimpse of flesh.
Twenty minutes earlier, he was in the bedroom; weeping angrily and refusing to diminish his character for the sake of a game show.
Kate will be off to the garden with her wine bottle soon.
I’m a bad judge of character I am, thought he were a nun that one.