| 00:00 - 00:03 | Jonny went out in tod last night |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | he had real ales at spoons |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | and shots of whiskey and gin back at his house |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | he was in bed for 7am after a tactical chunder |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | and quick bourbon and vodka nightcap |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | thats fine, he'll have time to sleep it off |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | we'll get him a coffee if he's rough |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | mr James |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Jonny |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Jonny woke up at 11 and started drinking again |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | he's on route now drinking on the bus |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | go tell melissa to hide the porn, guns ,booze and drugs |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | ONE SOBER NIGHT!! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | I ASKED HIM TO STAY SOBER FOR ONE FUCKING NIGHT!! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | CAN I NOT HAVE ONE ADULT COVERSATION!? |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | THAT FUCKING LECHER |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | HE'S LIKE A FUCKING TODDLER |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | DOES HE NOT REMEMBER THE PAST 15 YEARS? |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | THE MAN IS INCAPABLE OF LEARNING A LESSON |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | HES LITERALLY COVERED IN KNIFE WOUNDS FROM THIS SHIT |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | you gave him most of those knife wounds |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | AND I LEARNED TO STAY SOBER!! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | you'r high right now James |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | NO-ONE CAN TELL COZ IM A FUCKING BOSS!! |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | 1 OR 2 BEERS! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | I SAID 1 OR 2 |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | MAYBE A WHISKY NIGHTCAP |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | AND A KEBAB ON THE WAY HOME |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | DOES HE NOT REMEMBER WE WOKE UP IN AMSTERDAM BECAUSE OF THIS SHIT |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | AND MY FUCKING SOUL DIED |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | ON STUPID STRONG SHROOMS |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | WEARING THE SAME SOCKS FOR A WEEK |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | I STILL FEEL WEIRD FROM THAT |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | I JUST WANTED TO TALK POLITICS |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | CATCH UP ON BREXIT AND STUFF |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | TWAT. |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | BARE FACED DIRTY TWAT SKUNK BITCH |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | I TOLD HIM 100 TIMES TO STAY SOBER |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | AND HE TURNS UP |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | A GRAM IN AND HALF A BOTTLE OF VODKA DOWN |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | HE CAN BARELY FUCKING SPEAK |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | its ok, he'll forgive him |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | we all like a drink... |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | like that time i dressed as a samurai |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | and called Jays bird a slag |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | the party's off |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | make a bed upon the sofa and get me some crushed up diazapam |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | we'll do damage control |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | i could always bottle him again |
