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I'm at The Laughing Dingo with Marlene McKinnon right now, who's in the loo and then getting me another lager. I've been a bit of a voyeur on these things since the new year, talking mostly to people I know and avoiding those I don't. Few observations:
1. It really does take loads of narcissism to write in these, but I'm on my way to being drunk so I care a little less about the hypocrisy.
2. Contractions are your friend.
3. Lestrange Jr, my sister buys a month of baby supplies with the cost of that comb. Make as many poverty jokes as you want, but two hundred pounds for a comb borders on illegally homosexual and offends my middle class sensibilities.
4. I forget. That pamphlet was shit. Bones, my mum would cry if she saw you but she doesn't appreciate a languishing physique like I do. I don't understand Gryffindors. And Marlene's back with my lager, so cheers, you fucking insane bastards. Pleasant company excluded.
1. It really does take loads of narcissism to write in these, but I'm on my way to being drunk so I care a little less about the hypocrisy.
2. Contractions are your friend.
3. Lestrange Jr, my sister buys a month of baby supplies with the cost of that comb. Make as many poverty jokes as you want, but two hundred pounds for a comb borders on illegally homosexual and offends my middle class sensibilities.
4. I forget. That pamphlet was shit. Bones, my mum would cry if she saw you but she doesn't appreciate a languishing physique like I do. I don't understand Gryffindors. And Marlene's back with my lager, so cheers, you fucking insane bastards. Pleasant company excluded.