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Breakfast bevvies |
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Reunited once again |
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Our favourite trick, it always works |
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Going for a D-T-O |
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Sweet Brutopia eats |
Everyone has a code name, it seems. Yossarian and I go way back - way back to jumping into the Baltic Sea in our knickers in February. He's the red-headed me. We met up for some drinks, food, n nyuks yesterday, always a laugh-riot. At Hurley's, he forced me to drink whisky against my will. Whisky is the devil. Last time I drank it I went crazyinsane, so I only had the one. Shiver. Grimace. Then on to Brutopia for some XB, shuffleboard madness, and good eats.
Then later/further on up to Schwartz's deli, for a medium fat sando, pickle, fries and black cherry. That was yesterday, and I'm still not hungry in the least. What a good fuckin' sando, believe the hype. Drool sounds.