F.U.B.A.R.
Bluelight Crew
yeah. ten beers on, was just off baseline. Then had to pop a padlocked door for a guest-messhead who had locked his keys onside, and was tipped a few lines of coke. anyhow, one thing to another, and an hour later im shagging scary green beret dudes girlfriend in the bog adjacent to his bedtoom, as shes turned on by the fact i speak her langiade, as opposed to mr killing machine.
Yeh mate, know what you mean - happens to me all the time.
(You jammy fucker...)
Oh well, let's try another bottle of vodka
