Juicelog Sun 120306: The less said about my weekend the better. Just went I thought I nearly escaped unharmed I crammed in some last minute unrepentant debauchery at Later on St. Patrick’s Day with the dynamic duo (who now both think I'm some sorta hygiene freak).
Spent most of the afternoon in Londan’s company as Crazycakes got side tracked into his own little world (something he seems to have done of late). In customary Juice stylee I exhibited dissolute behaviour my parents would not approve of. Eye candy on different points of the disco compass perpetually distracted me which resulted in me losing focus off my chief objective ("H" in case you haven't read my previous post). As “H” was there I decided to see whether I could ascertain his level of interest during our hip grinding moments. Left with the impression he wasn’t interested and that I have misread the signs. If you’re confused reading this just imagine what must be going through my head.
My discotheque partner in crime and myself managed to stay till the bitter end and were both treated to a pleasant salty 1.5 millilitres of "juice". Now I know what you boys are thinking but it most certainly wasn’t *that*
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