Update: sudden onset of diarrhea means I 99.9% **** myself. Manage to get into an NCP carpark before I unload. Unfortunately, my fingers are a casualty and they impart faecal contagion. I get a taxi to a studenty bar and gratefully wash said hands. The music is akin to that of a GI bar in Saigon circa 1968. The lager costs the GDP of Vietnam. Do my hands still smell of ****? Am I going to have to sleep in my car? What do you think, not 606ers?
Try and pull a desperate fresher , crash on her couch throw pants away, when she is asleep steal her food
Don't all answer at once you ****s! My mob battery is at 30% too. On a brighter note, my hands smell a-ok, and the music's ok in here "she gives me money, when I'm in need"...
Listen lads, I'm in here on my own, surrounded by students and people of a slightly different skin tone to me. Please give me messages of support. Paypal donations towards the exorbitant cost of beer would help too.