Howdy.
Like I’m a cowboy instead of a sad middle aged child-man with a shit beard. Anyway, I thought I’d drop a post in while I’m sitting on a train with folks on way for a drinking weekend in Blackpool. Thus, this might also be my last communication. If so, tell me mother I love her, and please wipe my browser history before the search warrant comes through.
I’ve been quiet for aggeessss as I’ve been busy making stuff for my socials and online shop (links at bottom). I should be around more for nonsense. At this point of typing, I’m going to have to throw in that my mate behind me on the train is just confessing to us all that after leaving us at a pub recently, he drunkenly decided to have a shit in a bush, fell over in his own soil and carried on walking home. He came across someone having a party, drunkenly started a conversation on their doorstep, and received a gratis can of lager. He was invited in, but then got immediately ejected as he got man mud on their sofa.
You think that’d be enough right? It’s not. He then got really mad at them and hurled a For Sale sign at their house, which resulted in threats of violence. Proceeded to go home and get cave man print nose of his home as he decided in his intoxication haze to rearrange his furniture. He put baking soda on his trousers. Just saying.
It’s not even 9:30 as I type this and alcohol has already been consumed. I expect to wake up tomorrow missing organs in a dutty underground clinic.
At least he’s going for a shit on the train now. Thats one worry off my mind, as I ain’t lending him jeans.
On the upside I just found a crisp I dropped earlier. I knew wearing my lucky necklace would help today. This and another mate reckons he knows a pub up there where drinks are only £1.80 a pint.
£1.80? Good lord. I may actually die.
Anyway, I have ideas for new articles and stuff, so I’ll be linking this more to the rest of the Doginawaistcoat stuff.
If I survive.
Links:
Doginawaistcoat.com 
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