Went to a very proper dinner party. courses and all that. english lads with american birds. and cockney phil. 6 hours later - the Lady's screaming at me about the nonsense message I just left her father on his voicemail. That and the fact I can't walk in a straight line.
Posted by Guy Brighton on December 31, 2006 at 05:56 PM
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