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Fuck me my arm went dead. An hour and forty minutes later, my arm was COMPLETELY NUMB, the tiles were cleaner and anyone walking under the window would have heard my appalling taste in music. Or a song called 'Post Break Up Sex' which had me making an awkward dash for the volume control.
I'm sure there must have been an easier way than scrubbing with a toothbrush but my mother assured me there was not. Suspicious...
I'm sure there must have been an easier way than scrubbing with a toothbrush but my mother assured me there was not. Suspicious...