I'm thinking about my mate Scratch. He works for a multinational cock-sucking corporation, telecoms or something, but he's still a cane head, out every week on the shant and the billy. I don't know how he keeps it together really. He's got so many credit cards maxed out from over-partying, he just keeps getting another one. I've never even heard of half the ones he's got. Anyway, he was telling me about this time when they sent him on some bollocks conference to France or Belgium or somewhere, and this crew he met in a bar who were out there to kick it off over some big political get-together.

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