After a week of festivites including a spontaneous night of table-dancing and the ever popular St Patricks day, it’s time to hibernate for the weekend, catch up on sleep and chores and sorting life out in general. all whilst waiting for a massive earthquake predicted by a moon-reader, that is seriously unlikely to eventuate. incense burning and vanilla wax aromas abundant, i’m glad not to be road-tripping to a keg race four hours away like many of my friends.
p.s, R.I.P Nate Dogg, you always brought my inner gangsta a little bit out.
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