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| Hum n Dance |
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| When 50 was 200 |
Last month I hung with the Willingdon crew, good times. Hum Dinger is always happy-go-lucky and cheery, in spite of having a shitty rough run of luck lately. Jet lag was still heavy in my head as I received a popehat and we made 50 change into 150, then into 450. I used to love hanging out on the plateau, but now, not so much. Damn hipsters. Yeah, I'm about to rant about hipsters. Tomorrow. Maybe it's that I don't love hanging out anywhere. Feeling hermetic, but she'll be roight mate, only start worrying when I begin hoarding thousands of cans of tuna and bottles of water. 2012! 2012! Y2K! That rust is starting to feel WD40. Futtocks!
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