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.