Ah, sadly, the last night of the Brit Crusade is at its end, and with it a week of glorious perving, drinking and laughing. So, after we carried Moony's hubby to bed, we're posting this in shameless homage of ourself.


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IIiiiiihhh.... right!
Day three was a alcoholic wash out.
Day four is starting to pick itself up into a sitting position, at least and Moony along with it. Slowly *pats her fondly* She did GREAT!

Quotes myself:
If you feel sick today, it means you had a good time last night :D

Fine emergency kit for the day:

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We're a pair of classy wenches this week. We've been to Spa Sandor's establishment and been served un-mentionable liquids in pretty glasses just to further our research into the body-mass alcohol ratio.


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The picture quite rightly speaks for itself, but... or... it doesn't, because entering the Brit field is GREAT and this is simply great humour... and crap... in the same bottle ( Read more... )