A good night

I had a fantastic time at the pub yesterday. A good few of my favourite people were there, as well as my brother. The conversation was varied and interesting, not to mention very funny too. We laughed a lot. Someone asked me to play, so I got stuck into all the old-time songs. They enjoyed it, and so did I. I went to the bar to get a pint and had a lovely surprise; the guys had all bought me a pint. That was my evening sorted. How kind.
Cunt the Seventh (Mingicus Sativus Hortense var Zebedoides) was the boring little tit he always is. As usual he gushed on authoritatively about things he simply didn't know. One of my more erudite friends stopped the cunt in his tracks with the politely worded question "Have you ever had a brain scan?" HA!
Later on Cunt the First (Mingicus S. H. v. Jayceedaveii) turned up. That annoyed me, because only the previous day, the lying cunt had said that he wouldn't be back until at least Sunday. As usual he latched onto my brother. I managed to get him away from the cunt by inviting him out for a fag. Well the cunt followed us out, still talking. Outside I said to the cunt "we both have aspergers. We are not great talkers and can't talk for so long". He replied "I understand", and then carried on just as before. He was still talking an hour later. I've had enough. I've asked him politely. Next time I'll go for his testimonials with the bread knife.
After the cunts left, peace and happiness returned to our little bar. We finished our pints and toddled off home.
I was still feeling more than jolly this morning, but the coffee, fags and a flapjack have sorted that. The pain is much less extreme than it was yesterday, which I'm really glad about.
I threw caution to the wind by going to the local German supermarket and buying some nice things. I know I shouldn't really be so extravagant, but I'm bringing a little light into my life.
I'm still chuffed about seeing such nice people yesterday.