Lambert sighed as he cracked the ring pull on the 362nd can of supermarket own brand lager

And poured it into the rain water butt. 500 pints for the lads, thank f**k he'd not said 1000. It's good that his ambitions had been reigned in, he'd got used to being average, mediocre. He tossed the empty onto the fire and leaned across the sofa bed for the next tin, farting and following through with the movement. Lambert sighed, blinked the tears away, and cracked open 363.

Posted By: MIKEWALKER, Aug 9, 14:26:58