
this is what we're talking about...
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Mon 7 Jul 2003, 9:17,
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I certainly did. lots of nice people.....followed by a very very bad kebab! Anything else eventful happen (besides form supermoores buckaroo)?
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Mon 7 Jul 2003, 9:32,
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Mike was literally carried from the pub and I stared at the menu in the takeaway next door for five minutes before demanding chicken and chips cos I realised I couldn't see, let alone read.
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Mon 7 Jul 2003, 9:36,
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if we talked about it with you as well, but my friend Kelly texted me last night to say she's going back to Spain to see that bloke.
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Mon 7 Jul 2003, 9:40,
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I told her that she should....as if she didn't she would always end up regretting it in a Casablanca kinda way. Good for her.
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Mon 7 Jul 2003, 9:45,
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I woke her up on my return to breathe beer and kebab on her. She loved me for that.
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Mon 7 Jul 2003, 9:59,
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