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I arrived at 12 at the local english pub, the Captain Cook. It was closed at this time, as it always is, so I used this as an alibi to send my girlfriend back home and get piss drunk with my mates at a nearby pub that was open.
We went back to the Cook for the game, and I celebrated the win by drinking champagne from the bottle for several hours and then running naked in the street that leads to my house.
A nice little May afternoon.
p.s. My girlfriend wasn't home when I arrived, I don't know where she is.
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