I had fifteen or sixteen pints of the local brew, and a packet of ready salted peanuts. Blow me if I wasn't in a proper state the next day - throbbing head, unable to get up or think properly. Fucking dodgy peanuts were probably past their sell-by date or something.
Posted By: Old Man, Jul 25, 21:35:13
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