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Offline 'Butterflies'

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Re: Butterflies day
« Reply #15 on: January 16, 2011, 01:09:14 PM »
Thanks guys. This has been one of my bestever birthdays.

Awesome, what did you do and how did you celebrate it...? We love a bit of gossip here. :zoinks:
We spent two nights in a hotel in Belfast and had two great nights out going round the pubs and bars. Went for a Chnese meal and had pizza the next night.
Woke up this morning with my arm and leg all scratched and nobody knows how I done it. I always know Ive had a good night out if Ive managed to injure myself, but was too drunk to remember how it happened.

When we got back home we went to my aunt and uncles and they got a lovely Indian takeaway for my diner.
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Re: Butterflies day
« Reply #16 on: January 16, 2011, 04:40:27 PM »
Thanks guys. This has been one of my bestever birthdays.

Awesome, what did you do and how did you celebrate it...? We love a bit of gossip here. :zoinks:
We spent two nights in a hotel in Belfast and had two great nights out going round the pubs and bars. Went for a Chnese meal and had pizza the next night.
Woke up this morning with my arm and leg all scratched and nobody knows how I done it. I always know Ive had a good night out if Ive managed to injure myself, but was too drunk to remember how it happened.

When we got back home we went to my aunt and uncles and they got a lovely Indian takeaway for my diner.

sounds like you had a fun time congratz!

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