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Damn. I'm drunkish. Mr Me has passed out on the sofa, after swearing to me that him being so drunk he can't stand up is NOT FUNNY. And then giggling merrily to himself. Then passing out. And snoring. Pretty damn loudly. I can't wait to go back to work, for a rest. Just got back from a fireworks party. And England beat the Ozzies in the rugby. *bounce* The comedy club was cool. We watched a Canadian, a deaf comic and a gay comic. Man, it was equal opportunities in action. A little freaky that the Canadian was the spitting image of my ex from a long time ago. But, apparently, according to some random girls in the loo, he was 'a bit tasty'. See, I get tasty guys. Personally unless they taste like vanilla ice-cream I'm not sure I'm convinced. This is a drunken elf signing off for now. 'night. |
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