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For no other reason than because I say so, anyone that wants to meet up for a drinkie thursday evening should aim in the direction of the Chandos upstairs, I aim to be there from somewhere in the direction of 5 pm looking like what Anakin 'Don't Call me Anni!' Skywalker would have looked like if he'd been tempted by beer rather than the Dark Side of the Farce.
But it won't be special without you, and you, and most especially you. So I hope to see you there, or else it's back to slaughtering kitties again.
Oh yeah, and there will be much buying of the drinks for The Rothkoid, to cushion his system for the return to the Underside. 2 weeks pickled should do him I think. |
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