Manual Labour is Surprisingly Therapeutic

Or: Labour in exchange for food and alcohols.

 

Today, EbolaBooze drove four and a half hours to go see his godson and do some manual labour. It actually the most relaxing weekend he’s had in a while, which says something about his quality of life. He’s not sure what it says, but it does say something.

He also missed out on a gym day, but he figures manual labour makes up for that.

 

For the record, home-made Shepherd’s pie is friggin amazing.

 

Now, for the sleep of the dead.

Stay angry my friends.

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