LIVING FOR THE weekend is a weekly epidemic around Ireland, and the experts over at Foil Arms & Hog have just broken down the condition for those unaware.
It disproportionately affects lads in their early ’30s, and it’s serious stuff:
Every Sunday night, around 9pm, it kicks in
“I don’t know what happened doctor – he was grand on Sunday afternoon. And then around 9, just after X Factor he started getting anxious and irritable”
“There’s nothing wrong with your husband… he’s not dead. He’s simply living for the weekend. We see it all the time. Early ’30s, steady job, no kids, zero chance of promotion”
His wife, distraught:
“He just loves an epic sesh”
Time of revival, Friday 5pm:
“Enjoy your husband Mrs Fahy, he has 48 hours to live”
Cans of Prazsky for all.
