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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2012 17:18:22 GMT
Afternoon all. I've been busy getting covered in choccy vomit. What a waste!
Now I'm wearing my Dad's jeans and smelling of chocolate sick.
I've been reading my Mum's Grauniad. I enjoyed the (possibly apocryphal) story about Barton's first day at England's training camp when Lampard moved tables to avoid sitting next to him and Barton called out 'It's alright you fat prick. I won't steal your breakfast.'
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Post by theallseeingeye on Feb 2, 2012 19:31:03 GMT
Afternoon all. I've been busy getting covered in choccy vomit. What a waste! Now I'm wearing my Dad's jeans and smelling of chocolate sick. I've been reading my Mum's Grauniad. I enjoyed the (possibly apocryphal) story about Barton's first day at England's training camp when Lampard moved tables to avoid sitting next to him and Barton called out 'It's alright you fat prick. I won't steal your breakfast.' Milk sick is the worst, it stinks. Sounds like a book worth reading.. Hope your evening picks up.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2012 20:17:51 GMT
Cheers. She's asleep in bed now and my jeans have been washed.
I've got Day 6 of the illness to look forward to tomorrow. Today was all about snot and sick. I wonder what tomorrow's bodily fluid de jour will be.
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