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hit that perfect beat boy
lazy up at the bunker
greeted by another ludwig turd RIGHT in the middle of a clean painted cove
breakfast at the breakfast club
did some returns in deserted westfields
RTF
sneezed so hard driving, hit my head on the steering wheel
then driving on, i went to scratch my eye brow with my thumb, went over a bump and ended up sticking my thumb in my eye.
then an ambulance went by and i poured a can of coke over myself.
despite all this, we were not part of the multiple pile-ups along the a2 along the way home, thankfully.