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  <title>Night out</title>
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  <description>Hello to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a break from the day to day blah, blah, blah of my existence and felt that I would share my observations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were spending the night with my ex (forever more to be called &quot;the twit&quot;)so I decided to go dancing. &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_petgirl&apos; lj:user=&apos;petgirl&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://petgirl.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://petgirl.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;petgirl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;decided to join in the festivities so we went in search of good music and a dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say at this point is BOOBS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at the state of undress that women go in nowadays. Everywhere you looked boobs were pooping out. Perhaps due to this fact there were also a number of men you decided to act like boobs. The concept of I&apos;m only drinking water and I just want to dance, so stop grabbing at me seems alien to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the couple who were trying to have sex on the dance floor (side note - her sequined bikini top was fantastic) and the mother/daughter duo who were bumping and grinding&amp;nbsp;at a speed with led to a comment about guinea pigs having sex made&amp;nbsp;it an amusing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will &amp;nbsp;likely go again, but will make sure I have stocked up on my sleaze repellent spray first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now, my head hurts. Not enough sleep.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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