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Push a bit higher 2003-01-09 | 1:09 a.m. I sincerely cannot sit, move or steer straight. I just nearly toppled over moving onto my chair. I have drunk enough to make me fucking well die. I don't want to die but no fucking idiot should suggest going out at 7.30pm on a Wednesday, when a Wednesday IS FUCKING POUND A DRINK NIGHT. Now I go find a quiet corner to die. I am serious I wish I was dead. And whoever gets the counter to 012345 send me your address and I will buy you a present. Liars need not apply. |
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