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You English dudes are a trip. Brings back memories from my not-so sonic youth of hanging out in the pub til 11 pm (late late for a 4 yr old) while mum and auntie jane reminsced about their Dickensian childhood complete with boarding school and wicked stepmother, while their ex-thug friend(I found out later that dude used to break into houses and shit) taught me how to play darts and kept buying me mars bars and lemonade, which was sprite. Those were the days...
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"In the room the women come and go
With Vodka-mixed orange Jello"
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