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yesterday was pretty AWESOME. I was on my way back from lunch, which involved ripping my shirt and buying a new, amazing one that feels soooo good, when I popped into the pub to say BYE to a work colleague ... it was her leaving do... so I had a couple of pints on the company. And talked a little to LUCY. HELL YEAH. THen I bopped into work but I felt a little lightheaded after the heavy drinking session (I'm not sure WHY) and just sat around having a GIGGLE with everybody else. So that was FUN. And when I left, every single person in the office said bye to me, which makes me Mr Popular and everybody else losers.
So then I rocked home, and went out to a bar where drinks were just £1.50! We had a LOAD and tried straw-pedoing 6 bottles of VK stuff which is MINGING; the main ingredients were citric acid, sugar and vodka, so it's not really a health food. Felt pretty sick, went to a club. Laughed at the clientele who were all crusty old guys and gals and spent 4 hours on the dance floor. The DJ was rippin' it up bangin' out some top cheesey sounds; he played none of my requests and didn't do a shout-out to "James' mum". Obviously a cunt. All my work colleagues were there AGAIN and just as I decided to try raggin' a passably-attractive one, some wasted girl from school rolled up all huggy-kissy-fakey-fakey and were like "matty matty" and then old Linda was gone. Then I pretty much went home.
Some guy got gay all over my shirt when he grabbed it to try and pull me. Christ almighty I said, fuck off, and removed his limp-wristed hand. Then his mate came over and they started doing "awesome" and "original" dancing, which didn't impress me at all because they got between me and my friends and I'M NOT GAY. I DON'T EVEN LOOK GAY. Maybe. And he touched the new shirt. But it did give me a taste of how irritating guys on the pull can be, and made me think of toning down my own groin-thrusting manoeveres on the dance floor. It was pretty funny though when some guy in a bearskin hat was trying to dance real close to Claire, and we kept dancing her out of the way and blocking him. Persistent bloke.
So it was an averagely cool night. I really , really like Claire, but she's a bit of a FLIRT; I might try and rag this Linda girl at work but she always looks suicidal, is a little podgy and has motor-neurone disease. Vulnerable, just how I like 'em. Next thursday all the FITTIES from work and all the STUDENTS are going to a club to celebrate going to Uni again - sounds more like it.
HHHHHHHH - I requested Mmmbop ;-)
So then I rocked home, and went out to a bar where drinks were just £1.50! We had a LOAD and tried straw-pedoing 6 bottles of VK stuff which is MINGING; the main ingredients were citric acid, sugar and vodka, so it's not really a health food. Felt pretty sick, went to a club. Laughed at the clientele who were all crusty old guys and gals and spent 4 hours on the dance floor. The DJ was rippin' it up bangin' out some top cheesey sounds; he played none of my requests and didn't do a shout-out to "James' mum". Obviously a cunt. All my work colleagues were there AGAIN and just as I decided to try raggin' a passably-attractive one, some wasted girl from school rolled up all huggy-kissy-fakey-fakey and were like "matty matty" and then old Linda was gone. Then I pretty much went home.
Some guy got gay all over my shirt when he grabbed it to try and pull me. Christ almighty I said, fuck off, and removed his limp-wristed hand. Then his mate came over and they started doing "awesome" and "original" dancing, which didn't impress me at all because they got between me and my friends and I'M NOT GAY. I DON'T EVEN LOOK GAY. Maybe. And he touched the new shirt. But it did give me a taste of how irritating guys on the pull can be, and made me think of toning down my own groin-thrusting manoeveres on the dance floor. It was pretty funny though when some guy in a bearskin hat was trying to dance real close to Claire, and we kept dancing her out of the way and blocking him. Persistent bloke.
So it was an averagely cool night. I really , really like Claire, but she's a bit of a FLIRT; I might try and rag this Linda girl at work but she always looks suicidal, is a little podgy and has motor-neurone disease. Vulnerable, just how I like 'em. Next thursday all the FITTIES from work and all the STUDENTS are going to a club to celebrate going to Uni again - sounds more like it.
HHHHHHHH - I requested Mmmbop ;-)