Franks Wild Years
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Last night myself and Miguel pea went to the most boring tedious 40th birthday party ever on earth. Very nice people but all painfully right-on, it was like a wake at a womens peace camp.
So to punctuate the hours of polite chat about weaving with houmus, rafia sandle making and the art of underarm hair hygene the only thing we could think to do was get pissed and break into chants of.."CHARLIE OATWAY,CHARLIE OATWAY"
It turned heads, but neither of us pulled. After the 5th or 6th time we got our coats.
So to punctuate the hours of polite chat about weaving with houmus, rafia sandle making and the art of underarm hair hygene the only thing we could think to do was get pissed and break into chants of.."CHARLIE OATWAY,CHARLIE OATWAY"
It turned heads, but neither of us pulled. After the 5th or 6th time we got our coats.