Meatloaf Likes The Bucky

After being invited to meatys grillfesten (The BBQ party in Scottish) Ryan brings his old faithful party drink along. Auld meaty gives it the thumbs up as you may see in the picture. And no, thats not a buckfast miniature. Sofie cooks the burgers which myself made with my bare hands earlier....she didnt really cook them well though, bit pink in the middle but we eats them anyway. After a few hours Ryan is pissed trying to confince the big man to become a wrestler, not only because of his sheer size but also his wrestling-esq real name of birth Marcus Konstinious.
The next thing i wake up it's 10am and my brain is fried from the whisky/voka/beer/bucky combo from the night b4, the höna reports she feels magic, brrrr. 1pm, i feel fucking magic after consuming 6 litres of water and two smoked sausage. Höna reports she doesnt feel too good, the old pink meat coming through i guess. The tri-weekly consuming of kebab from the day before yesterday has really paid off cos i can munch anything.


Anyway Maz heres a wee game you'll like, for that bit of glitter in you.