...that plastic bag with those small plain rolls that you where sent out to buy for breakfast on Saturday morning? You know that nothing soaks up late Friday night, early Saturday morning red wine from your gut and eases you through the hangovers better than plain rolls don’t you. I suggest that you either set of for the chemists and pick up some asprin before that punch-in-the-face headache kicks in or get your shit together and stop drinking so fucking much you damned wino bum who can’t even go to the fucking shop and back without loosing your rolls.
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