Tuesday 18 January 2011

Memoirs # 11

Having stayed up all night (possibly under the influence), me and my housemate stopped a milk float on our road to ask for 2 pints of milk 3 times a week (or maybe visa versa).
That milk became a financial albatross around our necks. Every week we'd forget about having to pay it. I think eventually we had it cancelled.

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