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Interesting fact learnt today: it is actually possible to laugh yourself hoarse... which is what a bunch of us did during and after supper. Completely has nothing to do with the heck of a lot of roti prata or the 14 Dinosaurs we ordered. Totally. And of course, as has become the tradition for choir outings, the conversation progressed (degenerated?) to unmentionables and weirdness. Like the 16th Century definition of 'a sweet guy' is a stud. An obscenely scandalous outing it was (not that any of us are complaining), and not for the first time I appreciate the fact that it's not that easy to spot the "NTU Choir" on our collars.
And today, we celebrate the "official" founding of the Be Evil To James Club. Everyone feel free to join! *smirk*
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