On the late bus home last week, I sent this text to my mate Andy:
(".g'm giaf mud vulne longt too aides cheese and still jon heroin plot
He considers the above to be a work of Joycean genius and it's vexing him greatly as he says it's "outwith my usual ambit".
(Read : he wishes he'd thought it up)
He's an idiot. I was merely pissed.
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