Went for a pint with Our Kid today. It was all kinds of disaster. He brung along this bint, not altogether distasteful in the eyeball department, but she let herself down by vomiting directly into a drain when we went out for a smoke.
He couldn't manage to get a round in without calling the specky, fat, bar steward a cunt. Twice. It was quite a wonder to behold. Twice.
He poked his stuttering wire into this thing with three previous kids, the father of the aforementioned having hanged himself last year. He met her last night via text. They seem to be in love.
The ridiculousness he hit the bar staff with is a story for another day.
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