Thirty something man can’t be fucked pretending to enjoy football in a pub

Thirty something man can’t be fucked pretending to enjoy football in a pub

1st June 2019 Off By Tuckered

I’m sitting in a pub. It’s usually a convivial place where I exchange banter with other down and outs, or friends as I call them.

I was quite happy in my local Wetherspoons getting twatted and calling my mate Des, who supports Manchester United, a cunt.

But then he inexplicably insisted that we go and watch two other teams he doesn’t support in another pub.

So now I’m sat in a beer garden surrounded by gormless, yet relatively quiet twats, who appear to be pretending that they’re enjoying themselves by ignoring the mass of screens and talking about their own teams until someone says “ooooh”.

Honestly, it’s fucking wank. I just don’t get it. Maybe I am the ‘nancy boy’ ‘queer’ that these cunts have told me I am all my life.

At least it prompted me to actually write something though, even if it is stream of consciousness bollocks.

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