Yesterday I got fed up, as I never get to go out with large groups of people to expensive formulaic bars wearing identical style ben sherman shirts in various shades of pastel so that we look like a pack of dysfunctional starburst and drinking expensive bottled beer with bits of fruit crammed in the top whilst standing up because there are no seats and not being able to talk because the music is too lound and all sounds the same to any of these fair weather friends who are only there on the off chance of receiving free beer by not paying for their own rounds and then going clubbing and then pulling a townie and getting crabs.

On reflection, it may be for the best.

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