Keeping vans tidy

My vans a state at the mo. Last job just hauled everything in and f**k*d off! Need to sort it out, proper clean and air in tyres etc

@Stevieo didnt we talk about your assumptions earlier? Not all women need a tonne of stuff! I have f**k all. I reign Si in. If I was left to my own devices I wouldn’t have curtains, cushions etc, Si buys all that and hounds me for my lack of interest. I even have minimal tools because if it ain’t broke.

I have two oil paintings that I’d retrieve in case of fire. They are the only things in my house I really consider I own or care about . So stick it up your arse!
 
My vans a state at the mo. Last job just hauled everything in and f**k*d off! Need to sort it out, proper clean and air in tyres etc

@Stevieo didnt we talk about your assumptions earlier? Not all women need a tonne of stuff! I have f**k all. I reign Si in. If I was left to my own devices I wouldn’t have curtains, cushions etc, Si buys all that and hounds me for my lack of interest. I even have minimal tools because if it ain’t broke.

I have two oil paintings that I’d retrieve in case of fire. They are the only things in my house I really consider I own or care about . So stick it up your arse!

You insolent corpse fingered hag.
 
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Glad you’re back in the land of the living Steve, I’ve missed your sweet nothings in my ear

I almost went off degs this week...couldn't see straight for a week. Spent most of it pissed and most of it awake. Mate dragged me out for a pint on Sat but when I tried to put a brave face on, I just presented as a madman and got kicked out.

Actually, I didn't get kicked out - I'm a well respected customer and this is Ireland. The barman is a master of making you think it was your idea to get on home...I think maybe he did something like invite me to try again tomorrow.

It was a truly horrible week but there was 18 good years for a week of pain, so I don't think I'm put off degs after all - so long as the next one lasts 18 years too. The one after that can see me die.
 
I almost went off degs this week...couldn't see straight for a week. Spent most of it pissed and most of it awake. Mate dragged me out for a pint on Sat but when I tried to put a brave face on, I just presented as a madman and got kicked out.

Actually, I didn't get kicked out - I'm a well respected customer and this is Ireland. The barman is a master of making you think it was your idea to get on home...I think maybe he did something like invite me to try again tomorrow.

It was a truly horrible week but there was 18 good years for a week of pain, so I don't think I'm put off degs after all - so long as the next one lasts 18 years too. The one after that can see me die.
It’s never easy saying goodbye to a friend.
 
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