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Pub sunday reunion after the events of South Londons Trip
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| So, Robyn, what was the moon like? | |
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| Fucking awful. No air, no food, and no sex! | |
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| God, you must have been suffering... | |
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| Totally. It wasn't the lack of food or air that bothered me, it was the celibacy. The only lifeforms I met up there were an astronaut and a monkey. | |
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| You could've fucked the astronaut... | |
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| Tried. Turns out spacesuits don't come off easy at zero gravity. Something about an air supply... | |
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