11PM: You're cleaning your room and looking for you phone at the same time. Which one is most important to do? You're not sure. You look down; your shirt is completely soaked. Take it off. You do. Two hours later you still haven't found your phone or cleaned your room. You're shirtless and drenching sweat. You've lost 30 pounds in two months.
Next day you have your phone and your room still looks like shit.
This is your life on meth. Love WILL tear us apart!
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My boys, we are at the end of an age. We live in a land of weather forcasts and breakfasts that set in. Shat on by Tories, shovelled up by labour. Now which of you is going to be a splendid fellow and go down to the Rolls for the rest of the wine?
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