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I get obnoxiously philosophical once I've had too much to drink. I really do think I'm Nietzsche when I'm pissed. Often I'll gather my friends round to impart a valuable nugget of knowledge on life, women, or whatever, to which they'll say: "oh, here we go... " and wait for it with baited breath, only to crack up hyserically I've come out with it.
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Marvellous banter; I am bereft of ribs.
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