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Jun 04, 2007 13:42

woh booze and pills dont mix

was friday night and i sitll feel like shit, got pure fucked, and while i was trying to sleep i got draged to the west end for more beer, was pretty cool of richy to buy us pints n shit hes well sound

i found a coupla stupid txts i dont remmber sendin

like for exmaple one i sent to my dad sayin sorry if i wake him up but is loch ness deeper than the north sea, and one to sam sayin i was so excited bout lying on beavis's couch i couldnt move, why did i sent these txts i dont have a clue, i dont rmemebr talkin about loch ness or even needin to ly down on beavis's couch, all i know is i feel raely fukin ill
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