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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, October 26, 2000

I just had a discussion with J2 regarding which of the hoons wandering around outside next door pre-formal dinner we would pick off with an airgun, had we one easily to hand. I went for the football twits standing in a group, aiming to smack one in the right buttock and have the rest run away. J2 wanted to get a girl in a pink dress. I think he just has something against pink. Which is amusing, because Kr is going to die his hair that colour before our formal dinner on Friday.

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