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Usually sit about at a friend's house drinking...hit the nether region, continue drinking, and then end up at the Cotton Club in an inebriated state and give the bouncers some jip.
Then, I wander home, wondering where the shitting crikey my sanity has went to, fall over lots. Wake up on Sunday with lots of unexplained bruises and wallow in self pity at the fact that I feel like a piece of shit that's been eaten by a horse and then shat out again.
Then there's Sunday...
Last edited by Rossie : 11th September 2003 at 05:16 PM.
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