I had a stupid argument with my Mum. load of bolocks really and just walked out the house and went to the pub for a few beers.
Feel better now.
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5 comments:
cheaper than therapy, right? (well, unless you're in London, probably)
ST
All arguments can be solved by sodding off to the pub for a few beers I reckon.
ST, therapy is more expensive in London too so I think the rule still holds.
All was fine when I got back. And I slept much better with a few beers in me.
In the great words of homer simpson - "Alcohol, the cause, and solution, to all of man's problems."
You see, if it wasn't for pubs Britain would be like...Italy.
Damn.
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