Yesterday evening was spent with old uni mates at dinner and drinks after. There was a computer notebook with photographs of one of their holidays in Spain and Portugal, including photographs of a wedding of one of our uni mates in Lisbon. I didn’t attend this wedding because I was in Hong Kong, at the most beautiful wedding I’ve ever attended.
So, as you can imagine, I wasn’t very interested in looking at the photos of that wedding, even if it probably was one of the grandest weddings ever held among my uni mates. I kept yawning many of those compound yawns, you know, where your jaw goes into spasms and your eyes water?
I’m still yawning and my eyes are still watering.
Where the fuck are the garters?
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