Women who carry a little extra weight live longer than the men who mention it.
Looks like the Jackson Pollack I left on the lavatory floor following a night of binge drinking last week.
Trust you to be 'arty', round these parts it's called 'chucking a tiger'.
Yes the photo is fabulous.Doesn't pay to think about NASA capability teaming up with Guugle search history records and our farcebook karass and coming to get us.But as you can see, digression is my middle name, so I have to focus on Mr Hughes:it is quite common for binge drinking to apply to a social situation, creating some overlap in social and binge drinking. Some researchers use a low threshold definition in which binge drinking refers to a woman consuming four drinks and a man consuming five drinks on an occasion. Because drinking occasions can last up to five or seven hours, many such bingers never become intoxicated. Clinically and traditionally, however, binge drinking is defined as a period of continuing intoxication lasting at least two days during which time the binger neglects usual life activities (work, family, etc.). The concept of a "binge" has been somewhat elastic over the years, implying consumption of alcohol far beyond what is socially acceptable. In earlier decades, "going on a binge" meant drinking over the course of days until one was no longer physically able to continue. The usage is known to have entered the English language as early as 1854; it derives from an English dialectal word meaning to "soak" or literally "fill a boat with waterhaHahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Annie O, you are a mine of information about boozing and filling the boat would definitely apply to Soak Hughes of Fleetwood or so I've heard from that other great binge artiste, Sedgwick, misbegotten heir to the Kirribilli cellars.
My latest binge started on my 16th birthday and has continued to the present day with no signs of abatement. In the process, I have neglected work, home, family and friends, preferring, instead, the company of Teachers' Mature Scotch and Mr. Jack Daniels. Even allowing for elasticity of definition, I'm hoping I've set a world record.
We'll wait for Sedgwick's sobriety test results before awarding you the Princess Margaret gold medal.
Is that the one shaped like a lavatory seat?
Brian Huges you have got to stop...my mouth is sore from laughing at the last comment about Rolf Harris and a broomstick... now this...S'lovely Jahteh...
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