With warm up drinks that went a bit out of control the previous night, Drunk Sunday got off to a slow start. Both drinkers were feeling a bit 'bloaty'.So with a gritty determination, they soldiered on.
Met up with a number of gaylords and proceeded to hit the bars of Brighton.
They never did find the elusive Blanc.
Love is in the air
Then I noticed something disturbing, my Schmooe seems to be having an affair right under my nose! Examine the evidence.
Do I look like I care?
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