We’re on to the 889th page. If I were at a party and the conversation was running to the equivalent of page 889 in any conversation I would know it was a dire party, in fact a really, really, really dire party.
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You clearly don't know how to enjoy yourself. There is nothing like a 889 day party. I came out weighing about 11 stone having done a **** tonne of gear and had my balls drained by 2 ethiopian prossers.
