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Heres a joke:

2 rednecks in bar.

1st redneck: hey, would you like to come to a party?
2nd redneck: sure would
1st redneck: theres gonna be drinkin' an' dancin' an' fightin' an' fuckin'
2nd redneck: sounds mighty fine. Who's going?
1st redneck: just me an' you!



So I have an ALMIGHTY GREAT lovebite on my shoulder and neck after last nights shenanigans, courtesy of this lovely lady (and not a vampire, cos that's what it looks like).

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

I can hear the conversation I'm gonna have with my Mum next week, when I arrive for our camping trip, before I go to Amsterdam with my psychotic cousin.

After explaining that, NO this wasn't part of some sexual liason, and it definitely wasn't a vampire (or a bear, or a dog), I can kinda see the conversation going something like this:

Mum: so one of your mates just randomly gave you a lovebite, and you let them?
Me: err..yeah. well we were pissed. And it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Mum: how the fuck did you think that it was a good idea? (yes, my mum does swear like a sailor)
Me: probably the same way that me and Chris thought it was a good idea to bash the crap out of each others knuckles last week?
Mum: ?

At least my work shirts hide the thing. Thanks Jackie, at least it was well placed!

Although my work colleagues are gonna wonder why I'm wearing work shirts again, rather than tshirts.



UPDATE:
you wanna see my neck? heres a pic...