Say 'black bull billboards' fast
June 1st 2008 We checked out of our hostel. It was the worst accommodation we had during our travels. There were two old guys that worked there, one was a lovely old guy, the other was a crabby old bastard. We seemed to keep having to deal with the crabby buggar, it didn’t help that every time we tried to enter the hostel Jez had a nightmare with the keys and couldn’t open the door. This would drag the old
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