Started my new job on Sunday, had a wee guy called Corin in my first class (he was the only one who turned up). He didn't speak to me the whole 40mins I was teaching. I have no idea what he speaks like. Then went into Hamilton, got a nice meal in a small restaurant with 2 girls from work. Met my parents unexpectedly in New Look. Got a run home with them. Went to his house, met his parents, watched Rock N Rolla, spoke all the way through it so now I have to watch it again. Went to the pub, had some of a friends curry, got a run home, almost whiteyed. Almost dying today, still in my bed. Have a shithole of a room but I don't have the energy to clean it.
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Originally Posted by butthead aka 216
i havent i refuse to in fact. it triggers my ptsd from yrs ago when i thought my ex's anal beads were those edible candy necklaces
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Originally Posted by Dr. Rez
Keep it in your pants scottie.
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