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The bomb shelter thread.

Mate, is that a roundabout way of saying you were consuming magnets and ice-cream last night?

Please say it ain't so!
Can't be doing with ice cream, hurts my teeth.

Nah, I went with demolishing a bar of chocolate and drinking a litre of milk. While listening to a documentary about QAnon and checking in on here from time to time.

Cider, grim. All rustic and harmless looking, but then, suckers you in and next thing you're talking about EU quotas and how ramblers don't own the fields anyway, then you've been sick all over your shoes.

Your head starts thumping and you're thinking, 'well, that's not fair, I didn't even get to do the horny messages to random contacts on my phone and spinny room thing before the hangover started'.

Don't do cider kids, it's not big and it's certainly not clever. The money from cider funds terrorists too*



*possibly, I haven't checked this.
 

Can't be doing with ice cream, hurts my teeth.

Nah, I went with demolishing a bar of chocolate and drinking a litre of milk. While listening to a documentary about QAnon and checking in on here from time to time.

Cider, grim. All rustic and harmless looking, but then, suckers you in and next thing you're talking about EU quotas and how ramblers don't own the fields anyway, then you've been sick all over your shoes.

Your head starts thumping and you're thinking, 'well, that's not fair, I didn't even get to do the horny messages to random contacts on my phone and spinny room thing before the hangover started'.

Don't do cider kids, it's not big and it's certainly not clever. The money from cider funds terrorists too*



*possibly, I haven't checked this.
Friend of mine was on the lash down in Cornwall and went into one of those nice rustic, country pubs. It had a sign behind the bar proclaiming if you could down 2 pints of their home-made scrumpy, walk outside and back and give the barman your full name and date-of-birth without slurring, the rest of your nights drinks were on-the-house.

The story goes that he downed the 2 pints, walked outside and woke up the next day in a police cell.
 


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