Based on a conversation between friends involving lots of tasty wine

on Friday the 18th of September at 12.38am and some other stuff

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Two crocs and one cock

The fox is chewing the bike lock

Peachy sours and ultimate ghosting

This is now what the lads are doing

Giant broom and sad smiley faces

Glittery stickers on our glasses

Smashing cinsault by the Med

This is what the ginger boy said

It isn’t love until it passed

Where did I read that?

Fuck knows