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Friday, 29 August
Men II Boyz
Conversation with my barista this morning (he kills me; he's also in a band whose name escapes me, but it's like "The Throw-Ups" or something):
He: Went to a bachelor party last night.
So basically my life is a Noel Coward play rewritten by Larry Flynt.
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It's really less Noel Coward-ly and more Aaron Sorkin-y.
Yeah, I don't know where the Noel Coward comment came in.
I'd really rather be drinking right now, I confess.
Sticky floors in a strip joint? Kinda puts "being glued to the edge of your seat" in a whoooole new light.
No, no, no... you've got it all wrong.
The name of his band was Sticky Floors, and the strip joint made him throw up. Biiiiiiiiiig difference.
That's why it's never wise to talk to people before the first cup of coffee...
Don't wear sandals.
He didn't, ummm, touch your coffee or anything, did he?
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