Excerpts from my memoirs
Excerpts from my memoirs
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Monday 13th May 1998.
Stayed out late. Picked up some chick down at O'Donnell's Pub. She said her fucking name was Porridge of all things. Who the hell has that kinda name? Well, never being the sort to let a weird name get in the way of shagging a ripe one, I got on with the nasty business at hand. I woke up before sunrise and the Porridge chick was gone. She left behind some funky smelling socks. Never again...