Emma phoned me at work at about half four
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It was funny I didn't speak to her anyway
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She's a fucking cow better than everybody
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kinda speaking to her mates anyway like that
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Anyway we got into the time and she phones me up asked me what I'm doing tonight
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I was only gonna sit in and watch the telly as usual wonder where everyone else was
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So she says come round to Rab's house and that we got some trips in
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So I say I'd go round about six
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I was about an hour late and I was knocking on the door and that and nobody answered
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And I thought oh fucking brilliant they are way out with litman and that
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They'll be way out on the town having a laugh
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So I walk back round the road cos I thought they were way out and I phoned
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Turns out they'd still been there but had been so out of it they couldn't even get to the door
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So I went back round
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Everybody was fine as usual and I got handed my half
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And I thought I'd take it kind as I'm working the next day I better not go to far
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But two hours later nothing is happening so I thought fuck it I'll take the rest which I'd been warned about already
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Everyone was eh jumping about the room as usual, sitting giggling, having a laugh
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Then Jeg came in his car and took us to the pub
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We told Jeg he should be a ranker, that was a fucking laugh
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He kept telling to calm down and that like he was like our mum and dad and that
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'cause we were acting like Wayne's and that giggling and looking at the table and dropping our drinks all over the place
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We made it back his car, Jon Finny .....................into the house then he said park it out and go home
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So Malcom and I get back to the house
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And suddenly somebody's going on about Rabner and he's still fucking there
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And he's waiting outside now and looks like he's in pain or something like that
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He had to go and pick up some of there stuff 'cause they'd used the other stuff for Glastonbury the next week
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And somebody had said he had apparently took some and he was writhing about in pain outside
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So Malcom and I walked out
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He's was walking along the edge of road on the grass and that
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With his fucking stomach held in his hands and screaming and that
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And then we lost him he disappeared into the park we didn't know where he was
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So Malc and I were walking about and then we found him
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But we decided we better stay back a bit kind just in case he got a fright
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So we followed him up this path as thought that wasn't going to scare him anyway
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When we did find him he was there doubled up in pain fucking screaming his eyes out
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Groaning about how his stomach was knotted and that he shouldn't be taking it, it was a stupid thing to do
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So he sitting there on the hill and that with Malc and I on either side
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All we could do was sit giggle and look at the grass and take the piss out of him
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So we get him up on his feet and start walking him about and he says he's alright
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And we walked up to the garage and he's going on about his stomach
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Then he starts shouting about how we should get away from him before something happens
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(GET AWAY GET AWAY)
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In case he fucking dies or something
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So he says he thought he was that fucking bad that's was going to happen and he dinne want us to be involved
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(GET AWAY GET AWAY)
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He always looked out for everyone else
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(GET AWAY GET AWAY)
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So we took him into the garage he wanted a bottle of irn bru
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He was fucking downing this bottle of irn bru talking about his fucking stomach and how he'd taken this to get it out of his system
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Talking about it's already in his bile, he's desperately trying to make himself sick and he's screaming all over the fucking place
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And Malc and I are still laughing we din care what he's up too
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He could have taken anything I dunno
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Maybe he ..... on the way, could have injected something,
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could have swallowed something nobody knows
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But he just stood there with this rotten fucking face
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it was all black and cut on the ride into town
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He's half feed his bottle of irn bru and he's been sick
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all over the fucking place..........
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screaming all the fucking time about
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how |