Juicelog Sun 291006: Step two of my Saturday agenda was not implemented due to not being allowed into Area (for the La Troya night) from my heavy exposure to alcohol.
Slouched on the pavement I hung my head inbetween my knees questioning how I ended up in such a state. Knowing that I had defiled my flawless record, I clenched my buttcheeks as tight as they could go and prayed to the almighty one for help and guidance. Two minutes later my prayer was unanswered. With my last ounce of focus I managed to compose a help text message and shortly later my egregious knight in chavvy armour came to my rescue.
The scally shell is upgraded:
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