Having been convinced, by women as you may guess, that I am puny, weak, and a fat slob rolled into one ball of lard I decided to do something about this. So I struggled out to the shop and bought MEAT! Yes that red stuff that comes from cows, cows filled with antibiotics and other drugs, yes that stuff. I went at a time when the cheap stuff was available, and it was not available, it had gone! I went to the not cheap at all stuff and it was not cheap at all. I would be cheaper buying a cow! Anyway I came home with a few flat slabs of this red stuff and burnt some yesterday with tomatoes and mushrooms then washed it all down with 'Lucozade!' Good old 'Lucozade,' the original stuff not the sports type that comes in bottles with 'teats' attached. Just what is the point of those eh? I forgot how useful Lucozade was. I slept better after that meal, twice, and today I was busy at the museum, supported by 'Lucozade!' Just as well as it was a busy morning and the staff all hopped it to a 'meeting.' They were suitably bored while I entertained the visitors. This use of the word 'entertained' does not require dictionary acceptance. Hopefully I now have the rest off the week to myself, so I can do the woman's work that women will not do for me and iron some more shirts. Thank you for your concern, I'm off to sleep again.....
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