Do the Neil.
3 day weekend, score. Dinner with someone I hadn’t seen in 3 months. Strangely felt like I was going on a first date, but with a girl. Bloody vagina. Friday highs. Work Xmas party in Kurrajong Heights. When you start seeing fields of sheep and the stench of manure fills your car, you are definitely not in Sydney anymore. Hit the local pub and our group gets stared at the by locals. Reminds me of that pub I went to in Taree. Good God, 3 Monkeys, Pavilion and Star Bar. Dancing like Neil from The Inbetweeners actually brings the boys to the yard. Getting told we’re the best dancers in the place. And that I’m “nasty”. I dance like an absolute retard when out in public which creates a 1metre radius around my friends because people don’t want to be getting hit in the head by my swinging arms. Didn’t get out of bed till 1pm today and I didn’t even drink last night. I am getting too old for this shit. Where’s my walker?
HOLY FUCK IT’S CHRISTMAS NEXT WEEKEND.
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