Hey mate. Howyagoin?
Good mate. Fark mate—you look like shit.
Haven’t slept mate. I was up all night with that farkin chick that was hangin off me at the party—you know that one with her tits out?
Aw—shit yeah. She was farked mate!
So farked. And when I said I was goin home she started farkin crying! I mean—fark!
Yeah. Fark. I couldn’t farkin be bothered with it. And then she farkin spewed everywhere—
No way! Gross!
So gross. In her hair and shit. And she reeked! So I took her upstairs—
Didya root her?
Yeah—not worth it mate.
Wasn’t keen. She was cryin and yellin out after me but fark, I hardly know the girl. I went home then but it was like 5 in the farkin morning.
Yeah. And she had this stupid heart-shaped tattoo on her neck. I hate that shit. Tattoos n’shit—they make girls look so cheap.
But not always hey—like my sister’s got a rainbow on her back and it’s kind of nice, y’know? Colourful n’shit.
Oh yeah, some are nice, yeah.
Troy’s mums got one on her arm. She got it when she was young but she told me she’s proud of it though—and she said there’s no point hiding who you once were.
Yeah. That was actually kind of inspiring to hear her say man.
Yeah, it is pretty inspiring ay.
Yeah, like it makes me feel like maybe it’s okay to make mistakes… Or that maybe there are no mistakes—y’know?
…wannanother beer mate?
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