Today for lunch I had a fresh pear, a Shape low-fat yoghurt and… erm… 3 pints of beer.
Bollocks. It’s my last day. Apparently this is the first “last day lunch” anyone’s been to where the “leav-ee” hasn’t had to dig into their own pocket for beverages. I assume one of two things:
a) they love me, or
b) they’re trying to poison me with beer
Either’s fine with me.
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