Sunday, August 03, 2025

These boots were made for walking.

I got a couple of drunken text messages from KfW2 last night, around midnight. I was already asleep, and only picked them up this morning. She must have been quite drunk because they made no sense. I texted back and eventually got a more detailed explanation out of her. Long story short: she was at a friend's house, got drunk and did an Irish Goodbye. We have our own slang for it.

She's massively hungover today, poor thing. 

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