Looking after Nanny Boo Boo's Place

Today I thought it was about time I cheered up. So I went and got a lend of Mr Spoon's lawnmower. Not because I wanted to mow my lawn but because I wanted to huff the petrol out of it. Only the rotten old bastard never told me there wasn't any in it. So I just waited a few hours and gave it back to him (after breaking the blades) and telling him he'd broken blades and I couldn't use it.

He looked pissed off but then again so was I, so fuck him.

I took Battle Cat down for a walk to Nanny Boo Boo's because she's gone to stay with her nephew in London for the week and asked me to water her plants. I let myself in and found a big bowl of sausages and a note saying "help yourself to wine". I got pished on her wine and listened to her LPs. This one is fucking rocking, it reminds me of Jive Bunny:

Touching the Bowl

I've a right fucking hangover after all that cake and wine. My guts feel like chewing gum and my shite's coming out like toothpaste. Fucking harsh. I got some more booze in me to nip the bastard before it starts. My metaller brother sent me a text today. Not an apology, just a "what you been up to with yourself dude" thing.

Anyways, hangovers are weird because I didn't feel so pished last night after I came home but Fabian Wildman says I fed a whole packet of sausages to Battle Cat and tried to get him to run down the street like in cartoons. I do remember doing this but it didn't look as funny as I thought it would have.

Anyway I've got to go for a job interview later so I'm going to have to clean myself up. Wish me luck.