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My dad just whipped out a pair of tickets for the finals of Euro 2004. I practically died on the spot. I still really cannot believe it.
He apparently sorted everything ages ago - accomodation, the tickets, transport etc etc. How the hell he's managed to keep it from me for so long is completely beyond me.
And to think that I only got him a bottle of Bell's Whiskey and a box of brazil nuts for Father's Day. I feel so rubbish.
Yet, so so amazingly happy.
It's going to be a slow, slow week or so waiting for the 4th of July.
Ahaha, this is so great.
Bah, this is wonderful.
> So there, and plus i've just found out that one of them is a robber
> so i personally dont give a monkeys.
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> Go look something up before you try to correct me.
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The irony is killing me, really.
He was robbed in case you havent realised yet.
> Last thing my dad gave me I'm supposed to keep a secret.
>
> Too far?
> Meh.
This is why FFF am genius
Too far?
Meh.