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I am feeling the need to go out and get very very drunk. I don't care that it's Tuesday.
Someone come get blatto with me. -
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The names of muscles are a bitch to memorise. And so I propose that someone come an entertain me.
Now please! -
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Renee and Tasha, my heart goes out to you. Let me know if you need anything. Either of you. -
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Today I had the worst hangover known to man. And probably woman. Jean's grappacake was evil. It made Deirdre strip (though no one else seemed to think that was evil) and it makes the head wish it was empty.
And I still rubbed Pierre with hot oil. But Renee asked me to. -
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How are my girls doing? And Pierre of course. Don't think I'd overlook you because of a lack of breasts.
Jean tried to make some...thing in the kitchen and he appears to have invented some sort of alcoholic dessert. Which is mostly alcohol. And some chocolate. It probably can't kill us. If anyone's game, go ahead and come over.
I dare you! -
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I told Jean.
He freaked out and went out for 'air' which probably means he'll be blackening his lungs with nicotine right about now.
Wonderful. -
Filtered to Jean
We should talk, Mate. -
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A girl came on to me the other night at the concert and I was disgusted by it. And I realised I was more disgusted by her coming on to me than when Spectre eyed me up and down and made me feel like I was an art display or something.
I think it means something.
