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realising that the problem with getting a bike that isn't worth stealing is that it's also not worth riding.
| thinks he's developing Stockholm syndrome with bad coffee - starting to crave it, despite its horribleness. |
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| cursing the cheap mattress that feels like sleeping on fists & hammers |
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| Oxford Street: a white-hot river of screaming pain, desparately clawing its way from Tottenham Court Rd to Oxford Circus. Avoid. |
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| Another great porn spam subject! YES! Phila pee yellow with go weewee sensory! |
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| gin hurts |
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| Wow, Macrodobe seem to have made livedocs work, finally! |
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| Rediscovering 70s/80s rock & metal. Zeppelin! Sabbath! Metallica! Deep Purple! This is making me very happy :) |
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| Weirdest spam EVER: General of our horse thou art. With yourselfConfess twas. BeautyResolved to carry her. Where are my other men monsieur?. |
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| Favoured hangover cure: as much Irn Bru as you can drink, as cold as you can make it + a couple of ibuprofen. Try it today! |
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| Porn spam subject of the day: 'Maddox farm barnyard country girls naturopath' from the wonderfully named 'Vivian Minor' |
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| pondering the incredibly Barley option of canoeing to work :) |
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| navigating Hackney by tower block |
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| Recovering from a hangover with the familiar sensation of suspected embarrasement :) |
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| Surreal porn spam subject of the day: Nat sic safari petting farm with dogie horsiey neal |
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| Identical shoreditch fringes |
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| you know that horrible feeling when you pick something out from between your teeth, then start wondering whether it was actually part of your mouth? |
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| Wondering why my brain is made of cotton wool and spiders. |
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| Watching the recycled Euro-versions makes me wonder how arbitrary and weird our own pop culture is... |
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| Eating a breakfast that consits mainly of meat and cheese, yay! |
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