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weebleswobble wrote:whatever gets you through the night
That would be a lot of wine, mixed with heaps of depression and existential angst...the combination makes it really tough to even try to stay awake (it's too much trouble; it even makes it tough to want to get out of bed...).
SINsister wrote:
That would be a lot of wine, mixed with heaps of depression and existential angst...the combination makes it really tough to even try to stay awake (it's too much trouble; it even makes it tough to want to get out of bed...).
Sounds like a night on the Bucky!
Erm...whazzat, then?
Adullt Grape Juice drank by certain f*ckwits in Bellshill (and beyond)
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