To be fair, I was up at 4am, driving from Bedford to Stansted on A-roads in the dark and the pouring rain. I nearly DIED at one point and I am Not Exaggerating. (Blind bend, rain, 4x4, full beam headlights, sudden dip in the road, heart stops working, dangerous swerve.)
Anyway, I got the flight to the Amsterdam (just), and got picked up and went to an interview, which was like Rear Window but with a canal and some boats. And then I went to a birthday party and was walking back with my brother (who lives in the Amsterdam), and we saw this shop. And we're fucked* if we can work out what it sells. Any ideas?
* And no, we hadn't "been to a coffee shop".
Friday, January 12, 2007
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Dude, candles. Extremely suggestive candles.
Religious items to help nuns feel closer to jeebus.
In any way they may deem appropriate.
DVDs obviously
big sticks 2 beat ur cunty neighbor with?
Upper Case L wins for understanding that I was ... yes, BEING IRONIC!!!!!!!!!!
Hooray!
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