On the night home from the Southside Festival, I sat with the XXX in the back seat of the old golf (who had previously fought many great battles glorious festival) , a large bottle of cheap booze in hand, drunk. We had a girl for "power station" met and convinced her to drive the car because we both were just too drunk to drive themselves. The tents we had already removed the afternoon and shortly afterwards started to drink uncontrollably. Otherwise we would have slept well last night in the tent. We've also had "considered" to kip in the car, but even after a Night full of sleep, each of us the next morning probably would have been too drunk to sit behind the wheel. XXX gave the girl the attribute "very schaaf" and that they had qualified with him even as a driver I had been all the same, but they went more restless, and had complained to the festival site all the time;.. She was so wound up and would need "something." What "what" is is now long since arrived alive at home is still not clear.
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