From Lisa Jones

I promise to come up once a month and take you out for a pub lunch, even if it means I have to get you out of bed.
I’m sure I saw it all before at your 18th birthday party, anyway. That toga was REALLY small!

 

I can’t remember, Lisa…. they took no mercy and I was sick about 5 times…

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