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IT'S FUCKING FRIDAY
#21
Well last night was a real blast, the last thing I remember is ordering a gin and tonic and one of my mates yelling in my earhole “make it a treble you pussy!”

We must have eaten something dodgy on the way home because when I went to the toilet this morning what could be best described as spicy gravy came out my arse.
We need to punish the French, ignore the Germans and forgive the Russians - Condoleezza Rice.
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#22
Sounds like we had the same kind of night OP. How and why I am up and on the computer this early I have no idea! I cant remember what time this morning we called it a day. I remember lighting up the campfire. I remember killing the first gallon, I remember a few friends and I making a "quick" run over to the bar "just to make a appearance", but thats about where it get fuzzy. I almost hate to go down to the firepit so I can clean up the dead soldiers [beer cans, 12 gallons, etc] and see what damage was done to the coolers. Oh well, ya play ya pay. Time to get cleaned up and get ready for round 2.
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