So I bumped into Wozzer and we ended up embarking upon a pub crawl that spanned three towns. I found an iPhone 5 on the bus, with no contacts on the SIM card or the phone and no pictures or anything. It was weird, like someone bought a new phone and just left it smack in the middle of a seat on the bus. I thought about handing it in or something, but fuck that, I’ve wanted one of these for a while.
Woz noticed my piss-poor boots situation and remedied that by giving me his classic red 18-hole Doc Martins. They are the absolute dogs nuts and I love them. It won’t take long before the stench of my feet destroy them like they do every other fucking pair of boots I’ve ever owned, but fuck that, I absolutely love my new fuckin’ Docs.
Not much else going on, really. Had a fairly decent night last night, although nothing as badass as the night before. I found a Metalocalypse comic-book in a charity shop. I didn’t even know they made one. It’s as fucked up as you’d expect it to be; the last story features guest art by Eric Powell - it’s a Goon/Dethklok crossover! Fucking brutal, here, look:
For example.
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