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fuck! ( and a mystery )
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my birthday ended with a wet blanket - literally ! was talking to tre at my car park last night when all of a sudden some motherfucker threw water down and i got hit !!!!! FUCKING CUNTS !!!

all in all, was a good but uneventful birthday. the only highlight was getting so awfully inebriated that i somehow made my way home from zouk without telling anyone and eventually forgetting how i made it back unscathed. i vaguely remember handing someone ( presumably the cab driver ) my credit card and hearing him say that that there was no need to sign the receipt when i asked.

WHICH CREDIT CARD TRANSACTION NO NEED TO SIGN ONE?!!!

i woke up, checked my transaction history online and there was ZERO trace of any taxi charge. it's impossible that i paid in cash because i only brought my card out with me. and its no surprise that i didn't find any receipts in my bag, too.

so there can only be three possible scenarios

1) phantom cab driver as a result of a drunk imagination. if so, how the fuck did i get home?!

2) the cab driver existed but didn't know how to operate the credit card reader

3) the cab driver gave me a free ride home

weird freaky shit man. halloween pics coming up soon ! thanks for the pressies , all of ya =)

PEACE OUT Y'ALL !