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i got quite inebriated yesterday night at a party in the flat upstairs, and things turned out to be pretty interesting. by far the best party i've been to here. a shame they didn't ask for permission to have it so the warden came around 12-1am and stopped the party, but only because someone was stupid enough to set off the fire extinguisher.

it's amazing how much more honest people are when they're drunk. and so much more talkative (well most people anyway). sometimes it's irresponsible talk and blabber, but most of the time it's just harmless chatter that everyone forgets the next day anyway.

oh, and i found out that someone upstairs is a part-time (weekends) p*rn actor.
that explained a few things ;)