My Head... My Ears! My Girlfriend's Beer-Soaked Bag...

Greetings, blurred, double-exposed friends! We're really, really, really hurting after last night's (er, this morning's) party at Silke. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I'll never drink again...

Some representative photos from the marathon "Strictly Seven-Inch" blowout:





















































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Can't summon either the energy or willpower to caption these, but I'm sure you can create sufficiently appropriate (or acidic) subtexts of your own.

Signing off now,

TS