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I went to a fancy dress party on saturday night, and alex and I both got our belly buttons pierced.
I wore an old wedding dress alex had picked up in a charity shop, and he wore, well, duct tape and a german military shirt and hat.
Had a good time, met lots of new people.
But my belly button is sore...
funnily enough, the guy doing the piercings had already heard the phrase "the rooster of doom is under my control" (it was all I could think of to say aside from ouch)
[ 02-20-2006, 03:00 PM: Message edited by: Q'alooaith ]
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-Jenn
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