there's so much to say just make your own shit up. No actually dont it always ends up bad like when you first meet a friend of a friend and they say ive heard so much about you, oh! you say ( wonder what they know about me? ) you think. about me, they ask well i work so much its almost slave labour, i get paid good though but its harsh, i love it when the weekend arrives wash away the week with a well wicked bender, which usually starts friday arvo then polishes up on sunday night, which than leaves a week of torture after it,
i fully love my friends most of us are from the blue mountains and partying is in the blood. i'll add more as i think of it. too much thinking and i'll haemorrage all over my computer
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