Operation Don’tbeaf******miserable****

Yesterday I was a miserable bastard. I don’t being a miserable bastard. So I initiated Operation Don’tbeafuckingmiserablecunt. First up was a shopping spree: Then a quiet beer: Then I treat my tastebuds to some absolute beauty: Then I wrote to Happy Socks to tell them that I wasn’t happy: Am I any less miserable?  A […]