Did you like the time where you had some 'fit' mates, .......who were well-safe-bruv, and you decided you didn't need your other mates anymore, because they wouldn't help you get into [insert local night club that all the local 17 year olds go to], but then you realised that the shot'n'chaser-round only seems to come when it's your turn to get them in?
I mean, metaphoricly, online, and probably offline.
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G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩€, Thu 18 Jun 2009, 10:09,
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