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...And again.

A couple of Scotland's finest
to get the ball rolling...
The pilsners fill me up
so they become ales,
which stop tasting of anything
after a while.
Off to Belgium for its Judas,
now we're wobbly.
Its probably time for a glass of water,
or maybe a calming shandy...
Of course not,
'I'll have a triple bombay sapphire
and tonic'
IDIOT!

The bars had a good night,
have one on the landlord...
May as well be a good'un
I'll throw a 10% on top of everything.

Not sure I can make out for the lift home,
I'll stagger home with a full glass in one hand
and a cigarette in the other.

I hit the bed, trousers caught on my ankles,
jacket still wrapped around one arm.

That's how I wake up
Written by CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
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