Last night we went on search for some pubs, and a trampy man asked us if we had any phones, in which we replied no, he then went on to tell us he needed the phones to ring the fire engine, we couldn't see a fire, but we could smell burning candles. When i was walking home to retrieve some ID, i saw a fire engine parked outside where the trampy man was stood, i think hed been listening to too much Kasabian. party...making some rancid drink
theirs Gin, Wine, Vodka, Chocolate, Syrup?, chilli, cooking oil i think and some other crazy crackers mixed into that
i think I'm going swimming today, I've just sat about again most of today so far and ate some more noodles, think i might make a chicken baguette later and get some really hot sauce, to hot? to god damn spicy?
or i might go to Iceland and get Kerry Katonafied and buy some microwave food yummish. Ill sit here for now
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