I saw a girl walking through the corridor wearing a shirt that said "Nicotine, Vodka, Caffeine" a couple of weeks ago and was intrigued.
This is British life; this is what they love. Obviously, the Brits drink often. There is no need for an organized pub crawl here - there's a pub on every corner and the crawl takes place every night. The festivities may even begin at the university bar.
When they're not having a jolly good time with the varied ales and lagers, you will find the chaps and lassies enjoying a fine cup of hot tea and milk for their caffeine fixes.
And they all smoke like chimneys, despite the "smoking kills" stickers strategically placed on the back of each Marlboro pack.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
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hey there miss whit, I'm really aching to play racketball with you. With all the walking you've been doing (you really don't get lost all that often do you?) you'll be in great shape for a match when you get back. This lassy misses you. I'm excited to read everything you post.
love, Sara
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