As 25 of us descend, once more, onto our shithole of a home town for the Annual Post Christmas Crawl, we ready ourselves for the inevitable swill, scratchings and scraps. We ready ourselves to put our old town’s drinking establishments economy back into the black for another year. We ready ourselves for another hangover that will last until New Years Eve.
The games afoot, follow the spirits (mainly Jack Daniel’s as there’s nothing decent on the top shelves) and upon this charge cry God for Wednesbury, the Wetherspoons and the George!
by ljwdt90
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“*Bugger.*”
– K. Darling, Cpt, circa 1917
Stick some pencils up your nose and say wibble.
Thankfully someone shot Speckled Jim so my invite never arrived
Thankfully, someone shot Speckled Jim so my invite never arrived
You could always just _not do any of that_. If you don’t like it.
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