Singing Simon and Garfunkle hits with one's sister thrashing them out on her guitar.
In the garden, at 11pm.
My liver hurts.
(I am just a poor boy, Though my story’s seldom told, I have squandered my resistance - For a pocket full of mumbles, Such are promises.....All lies and jest! Still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.......)
We must have sounded as fan-fucking-tastic as I feel right now.
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Bet her neighbours really LOVE you ....
No scratches on the car in the morning so I may have got away with it.
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