Another year on, feelin wiser except for the head like a litterbox

[frets_and_ink]

Ah, do you know what I fancy today (besides the obvious, hehe >:D)? A beer garden, a pint of Carlton Draught and a massive plate sized T Bone with fat chips and White Crow sauce on the side. You cant get White Crow for love nor money in London, its all bloody Heinz Ketchup or HP Brown Shite... reckon a trip down to the Oz Shop might be in order

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[batta_le_manine]

Happy birthday again mate. Still haven't figured out why you were so keen on the ponies, but a larger part of me doesn't want to know. Glad we could give ya a good one.

[frets_and_ink]

Mate, I was so pissed I didnt know whether I was Arthur or Martha. Thanks for not tattooing me face or anything like that, hahaha.

[batta_le_manine]

Spoiler Alert: you're always Martha. And not on your face, because your lady terrifies me. I reckon I'll get you drunk enough for that 'All Aboard' tattoo at some point though.

[frets_and_ink]

No chance son and no fair, you said I could be Arthur sometimes.

[batta_le_manine]

But you're so good at being the bottom bitch?