Growing up in a big city is better for motivation. I remember visiting my Uncle in Edinburgh as a youth. He lived in a very upmarket area. I used to see ballers in drop-tops and geezers with suits drinking in the trendy bars with posh University girls.
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Pint of Tennents pal! “Dont sell that jock, have a becks” Fuck it. I sank about 12 pints that day and smoked a full pack of cigs in a pub. You could smoke in the pubs back then. I was fucking sloshed. I ended up spewing up somewhere in Kensington. It was funny.
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My older Brother went mental. He was shouting at me for being “a lightweight” Scottish people pride themselves on being able to drink and not be affected by it. It's a very odd culture lol
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After about 3 loads of vomit. My bro whips out a half bottle of Buckfast and hands me it “Wee half bottle charge fur ye wee man. Get that doon yer neck pal” I did. And I was once again fucking wasted.
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