when it comes to tea and coffee, i can drink any old shit. i haven't come across a brand i didn't like. the only time i won't like coffee is if its way too strong, which is why i don't go to those shitty Starbucks and Costa Coffee shops that have sprung up everywhere. give me a small, friendly cafe and i'll be tempted to go in there every single time i pass it on the street. there used to be tons of them around here, but they've all been driven out of business by fucking lattes and super-strong cappuccinos with gold dust sprinkled on top. fucking hate it.
little rant, there.
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Speaking of alcohol, I just had to clean out my mucky old hip flask for a party tonight, there aren't any spirits and only a little beer so me and my mate are smuggling them in. I hate dry parties. =(
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i lost my hip flask when i was working at the farm. one of my workmates was a fucking dick and an alcoholic, and he'd drink this god-awful whiskey he'd hide in his bag while driving around the farm on a JCB telehandler. one day i left my hip flask in the dog shed where we used to have our dinner break, and, of course, when i came back it was gone. i knew he'd stole it, but i didn't have any way to prove it seeing as he was such a sly cunt and i'd only just started working there.
he thought things were going well for him until he accidentally killed a cow and almost got the sack. fucking idiot.
OOH ARR