Fourthmeal

Nothing like getting on the train half-drunk late one night, wanting nothing more than couch and tv, only to be attacked by the wretched stench of The Gentleman’s fourth meal. F you. Hope one night at home you choke on your pipe while wearing fungus-covered slippers.

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