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[andrewducker]

Advice to all you people - if you're planning on going dancing at midnight, walking up a tall hill (820 feet, versus the 1000 you apparently need to be a mountain) is not advisable.

We left my flat at 11:30 and the conversation (in the rain) went something like this:

"This slop is pretty steep"
"Yeah, my legs still ache"
"Do we have to go to the Mission" (jokingly)
"Well, if you don't want to go, I won't force you"
"I'm not going to turn round now when you came all the way through"
"Yeah, but it'll cost more money and I'm feeling knackered too"
"So you're not that interested?"
"Not really"
"Erin's going to take the piss something rotten"
"But then we can watch tv and hang out"
"Let's go home"

Of course, Nick will take the piss something rotten, but be secretly relieved we weren't there to see him pick up hot chicks.

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[tisme.livejournal.com]

I'm already out.

You see, I anticipated your desire before you even had it. _That's_ how good I am. And frankly, it was getting quite dull in there. Between thoughts of accountancy, Becca and taking midgets dressed as monkeys up the arse, there was little room for anything else.

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[wordofblake.livejournal.com]

you appear to have missed my mind and gone straight to Adams.

Gordon

[tisme.livejournal.com]

Its so hard to tell you two apart though....

(sorry, wasn't being alerty)