Nights Out Gone WrongIn celebration of the woman who went out for a quiet drink with friends after work, and ended up half naked, kicking a copper in the nads and threatening to smear her own shit over hospital staff, how have your best-laid plans ended in woe?
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chthonic, Thu 24 Mar 2011, 16:02)
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Five pounds.I wish, they were fifteen, and they were usually great, but on the other hand they were shit sometimes aswell. Mind you, I pay 21.50 for my pills now, and they're always fucking amazing.
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The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Thu 31 Mar 2011, 14:31,
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