
Hungover. Hungover. Hungover. Hungover. Hungover. Hungover. Bacon! Hungover.
Yes, squelchy! It's drizzling in Manc. Or it was. But then it's Manc, so no surprise there. I'm only going out in wellies with you if we can stop off at a pub on the way and get drunk and throw them over a fence into a field. :)
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Fri 27 Jan 2006, 10:59,
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Yes, squelchy! It's drizzling in Manc. Or it was. But then it's Manc, so no surprise there. I'm only going out in wellies with you if we can stop off at a pub on the way and get drunk and throw them over a fence into a field. :)

and 10, 000, 000 cups of tea.
And more bacon.
EDIT: Why else would you wear wellies? Theyre for throwing at cows.
But not sheep. Sheep rock.
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Fri 27 Jan 2006, 11:01,
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And more bacon.
EDIT: Why else would you wear wellies? Theyre for throwing at cows.
But not sheep. Sheep rock.