18 stubbies are gone. My Dad is gone. He has left me with 4 cans of Tennent's Lager. I'm typing this with only one eye open whilst drinking a can of Necastle Brown Ale than has been sitting in the fridge since my Christmas party
Things are getting messy. I just dropped a packet of Monster Munch all over the living room, but ate them off the floor under the 1985 school yard rule of "beasties can't run that fast".
I don't think I'm going to make Trout Vs. Canelo