Whilst it's important to let ones hair down when ones family has gone away and one has a free house, it's not the absolute greatest idea to pour a Guiness World Record amount of wine into ones big stupid face on the first night. However, as though guided by the healing hands of Asclepius himself, one has semi-recovered, forced ones self out of the house, and is now set out on an adventure towards the coast with nothing but hope and a dream, and a backpack filled with snacks and drinks and a book and a spare tshirt because I'm wearing my gym gear because it's comfortable, although also neon pink. DEAL WITH IT! How much adventure can one get upto leaving the house at 2 in the afternoon? Let's find out. X
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@TheBreadmonkey I hope for a tequila intervention at some point
@TheBreadmonkey Calling it now: smugglers’ cave, foot-chase to the local police station, Ben narrowly makes it thanks to his athletic gear. Finally, snacks.
@TheBreadmonkey Proud of you, please post silly pictures
@TheBreadmonkey Basically the same with me. They’ve gone to a Pat Metheney gig (screw that).
I’m not wearing a pink t shirt, I’m wearing a greenish blue GLOBAL HYPERCOLOR one that has faded since the 90s.
@TheBreadmonkey sorry, but unless you smell like bacon you won’t get us that easily.
@TheBreadmonkey That’ll be fine, I think seagulls are vegetarian.
YOU ARE MEAT WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP CALLING ME MEAT
. . . and you're beautiful meat, Ben, don't let anyone tell you differently . . .
Nah, you are an ugly bag of mostly water.
@TheBreadmonkey Technically you are meat.
