we shall fuck them on the landing grounds..
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Wed 11 Jun 2008, 9:19,
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Someone (I can't think who, think it was my pa) once said I was always one step away from battle. Now I see why.
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Wed 11 Jun 2008, 9:20,
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not that I didn't almost... but yes. No.
Might not have been him, could have been someone else. Not too sure.
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Wed 11 Jun 2008, 9:25,
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Might not have been him, could have been someone else. Not too sure.
But once I've bought my crack for the day I've barely got enough for a half ounce of baccy let alone a bottle of vodka
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Wed 11 Jun 2008, 9:27,
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Very expensive to those who can't
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Wed 11 Jun 2008, 9:33,
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We few, we happy few, we band of bummers;
For he to-day that sheds his nut-load with me
Shall be my bummer; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlepeeps in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves hamtouchers they were not here,
And hold their manhoods, wahey, whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's gay.
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Wed 11 Jun 2008, 9:29,
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For he to-day that sheds his nut-load with me
Shall be my bummer; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlepeeps in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves hamtouchers they were not here,
And hold their manhoods, wahey, whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's gay.
*sniffs hanky*
But that's not....
ewwwwww.