May 5, 2008
I don't know, but I think, maybe, I want to go back again.
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@ Monday, May. 05, 2008 – 05:36:06 pm
May 5, 2008
I don't know, but I think, maybe, I want to go back again.
No hang on there, Mister. I always loved Prince. I just never heard anything after him.
How are The Runs?
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Oh you want DETAILS, ok.
Imagine that you can't eat for 24 hours (not much of a streatch for your imagination) because you have pains in your guts every few minutes. They get worse all day then you start feeling cold and shivery in bright warm sunlight. When your friends lunches arrive at the table you have once again fallen asleep at, the smell of the food forces you to rush outside to prevent throwing up. You feel so shit (now this will scare you) the only thing you dring for over 24 hours is water, apart from when you felt brave at lunch time and had one pint of guiness. ONE pint of Guinness in 24 hours IN IRELAND.
Then after having what feels like a lobster trying to eat its way out of your intestines for a day, you get up in the morning feeling a bit better, sit on the toilet and discover that your bladder has been re-plumbed to run out of your arse as you sit and piss out of your ring. All of this done in a very echoy tiled bathroom that makes each single "Squit" and prolonged gargling "Quack" noise sound lound enough to wake the people in the next room
Which it does.
Enough detail?
Not quite.
You filled your pants, didn't you?
No, someone elses.
I am nothing if not sneaky.
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Hang on, you - in the vicinity of some good music.........
This is a blog jacking right?