ooh, ooohsave a seat for me... No, come to think of it, I'll stick with Nacho on this one... The horrifying image of the fat old guy will haunt me forever, I'm going to the bar
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 21:40,
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I haven't even been in the sea since I lived down hereWent in up to my knees in Worthing, that was about it. Then again, I haven't even got round to going on the pier, which is fucking poor of me really. I always get sidetracked by the bars and the smell of food along the main beach bit! Alan cooked us a luxury roast when we left the beach on Sunday.
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 21:43,
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If I'm blatantly honestand I normally am... I went off with David (posh speaking chap you met) back to his to see his flatmate (a girly I was seeing ages ago) and ended up sleeping with her, the next day I was like "Sorry I shagged your flatmate... Ummm, mate" He didn't seem to mind. Which was nice
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Tue 23 Apr 2002, 21:49,
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