30 Days in McDonald's with Joey Barton
For my next challenge, and to get away from my lentil-peddling spouse, I’m going back to
my roots in a way. This time I’ve flown across the pond and I’m in Liverpool,
England. That might be 30 days enough for plenty of people, George Gillette Jr for
example, but that’s not the end of my mission. This time I’m going to spend 30 days
in McDonalds with Joey Barton. Let’s go...
| Day 1: | At Joey’s request the challenge begins at 2am for some reason, but I’m here now anyway, so let’s go in. Oh there’s Joey coming towards me... |
| Day 30: | Ouch my head, what happened, where am I? Ward 6, am I in hospital?
What happened, where’s my teeth? Oh my god how am I going to eat burgers without
teeth!! Oooh, is that a hot nurse by my side? My eyes are a bit blurry, I’ll
just rub them a sec... no, wait it’s only you. Hello wifey.
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If you have a 30 day challenge that can get me out of the house, email
no-more-fucking-tofu@randomshite.co.uk.
