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Druggy? Ha ha. What the fuck?

If you and tucker want to chat shit at one another I suggest you exchange numbers. It's embarrassing.
What having a laugh through the typing of an entire Queen song is embarrassing? And the person who writes
Now we're talking.

Premium economy all the way mo fos.

Time to mix with my kind of people!

And no way you cunts will be able to afford it so.....win w in :chicco:
isn't?
 
What having a laugh through the typing of an entire Queen song is embarrassing? And the person who writes isn't?

Spurred on by a mixture of cheap stimulant drinks and Chekhov vodka Fred squared up to the bouncer.

He felt the adrenaline rush, it felt good, he could take this guy....

He'd been in fights before, at school, he'd done alright, gave someone a black eye once....

The whole queue was watching......he couldn't back down.
 
Spurred on by a mixture of cheap stimulant drinks and Chekhov vodka Fred squared up to the bouncer.

He felt the adrenaline rush, it felt good, he could take this guy....

He'd been in fights before, at school, he'd done alright, gave someone a black eye once....

The whole queue was watching......he couldn't back down.
Haha, well what happens next?
 
Hehe, I'll continue down this one thanks. So what do I (Fred, apparently) do next?

Fred looks to the right and looks at the queue, 200 pairs of eyes...all fixed on the impending car crash.....no way back.

Fred, fronts up...his legs stiff like boards, adrenaline, flowing through every capillary....

He pushes the bouncer...."come on then" he shouts...

It strikes him that the gruff manly shout he intended had escaped him as a slight squeal, like a teenager whose voice has just broken....

The point of no return is rapidly approaching....
 
Fred looks to the right and looks at the queue, 200 pairs of eyes...all fixed on the impending car crash.....no way back.

Fred, fronts up...his legs stiff like boards, adrenaline, flowing through every capillary....

He pushes the bouncer...."come on then" he shouts...

It strikes him that the gruff manly shout he intended had escaped him as a slight squeal, like a teenager whose voice has just broken....

The point of no return is rapidly approaching....
But you know, YOLO so Fred continues
 
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