Not 39 Forever: No.18 - Shit Happens

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I remember when Bank Holidays consisted of one long hazy drunken stupor. By Monday my head and guts would be in no physical state to take care of themselves, my fingers orangey brown through tooting my way through 200 Embo Number Ones and me wondering how the hell I'm going to get up for work the next morning.


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