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Buddy chills before the nights intoxication begins
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Ashley calibrates the camera
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Buddy starts drinking a pint
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Buddy after one, yes one, pint. Canadians eh?
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The Z-Axis boys
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Kickin' it on the west sieeedah!
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Me, drunk.
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Me still drunk.
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Fuck me, was I really doing that?
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Buddy explains why he's wanted in twelve star systems.
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Buddy admires my sausage as I hold it up for public display.
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Priamos is not holding back on the liquor.
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Err......nevermind......
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Ashley's respone to the latest economic policy of the Bush administration.
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Sir Steven Yuen
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Getting more and more drunk....
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I am so giving up drinking....
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Reflections on another well spent year. At a kebab house.
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Buddy still out for the count at the kebab house
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"This ain't no doner kebab", shouts Paul, before getting up and smacking the waiter.
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The waiter, now crying, fetches a proper doner with chilli sauce.
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You want to fight?? You want a piece of me?! Do you? Do you? Huh? Huh?!
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Fin
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