I was 47 yesterday, I went out with two friends, the first fell by the wayside early as his daughter had crashed her car, the second began puking up a few hours after we had been for a Chinese. I did warn him not to eat the obviously uncooked rice but he didn't listen. I myself stayed drinking alone until meeting a pair of brothers from Zimbabwe, the elder of which has invited me to Hartlepool.
A place I never want to return to because the water burned the end of my cock.
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Re: 47
An ex of mine went to Hartlepool art college. I shall never forget sitting outside her final show enjoying a plastic cup of cheap wine when a black labrador came up to me sniffing about until its owner, an unremarkable fellow in middle age, said 'come on Robert'.
That's the only good thing I remember about Hartlepool.
That's the only good thing I remember about Hartlepool.