Went for drinks with friends today. It was an evening well spent. Though Royal Stag is never my choice of whisky, but company of old friends pretty much made up for that.
1 bottle up and ‘
Everyone wanted to tell everyone else how much he loved them, how he would always “be there” and other madman stuff – like, who’s the one person you wanna beat the hell out of, name of one girl you have really loved, what’s the meaning of life etc.
Alcohol brings out best of one’s random thoughts.
Needless to say, no one wins ‘
Anyway, cheers to health, wealth and prostitution…
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