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[bikinuswax]

In the supposed realm, I'm meant to be up at Carling Weekend at Leeds with the film crew, but I went ahead and sent them up without me. I'm drinking a mimosa SpLAshed, that L.A. based boutique shop? T-man is refreshing his wardrobe after his luggage had the nerve to wrinkle his duds

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[naboo_thats_who]

Carpet's impounded during my probation, I'm using the Tube. Unless 'flying carpet ride' is a euphemism, in which case, I think my mood would make me a poor companion at the moment.

[bikinuswax]

All ears if you want to talk. Yes, ears. Have and use them.

[naboo_thats_who]

Yeah, maybe. Thanks. Wary of leaving the shop, but I might give you a call or something.

[ultra_ebola]

In the past three hours, I think I've created a whole new language built up only of 'fuck' and 'cunt', and not in the good way. Calls've stopped fucking coming, though, so someone got the message.

Need me this weekend, let me know. This place is like a fucking morgue, I'm bored so far off my arse that we're in different postcodes. Could do with starting a few fights in your honour.

[bikinuswax]

Read my latest update. Should have brought your stabbing self along, for fucking sure.

[ultra_ebola]

New rule - you go nowhere important without me, yeah? Too fucking trusting.

I'd like to meet this Triggerman. I've quite a trigger of my own.