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I live with a group of 2nd years who love the "party" and "be rebels". Yesterday we got a letter summoning us to the dean for our lack of washing up and they are all pissing themselves.
Last night Becky and I got in, played hocky with an onion (then an apple) hoovered it up and wrapped there doors in cling film thinking they'd be game for it. Naaaah. What's the point in living with 19 year old boys if they don't understand this?!
Last night Becky and I got in, played hocky with an onion (then an apple) hoovered it up and wrapped there doors in cling film thinking they'd be game for it. Naaaah. What's the point in living with 19 year old boys if they don't understand this?!