==Beeve==(14:00)
Guitar picks and dusties is in the shower
==James==(14:00)
Wheres paper clip?
And bobby pin
==Beeve==(14:01):
lightbulbs and half fags
==James==(14:01):
broken pencil tip
sharpenings
half a ruber
==Beeve==(14:02):
bong piece, and empty baggy
==James==(14:02):
cracked and ripped
super smash bros melee for the GC
==Beeve==(14:02):
retainer case and alice band
==James==(14:02):
10cents
==James==(14:03):
a pasata
warhammer figurine
drumstick
==Beeve==(14:03):
used batteries, Dynasty menu
==James==(14:03):
Dynasty warriors 5, xtreme legends scratched disc
==Beeve==(14:04):
a NES
Gamecube
==James==(14:04):
Iron.
Last weeks shirt
2 weeks times shirty
==Beeve==(14:04):
Tomato sauce sachete
==James==(14:04):
Salt shaker
==James==(14:05):
BB pellets
Nestle's Rolos wrappers.
==Beeve==(14:05):
a row of Galaxy: Cookie Edition, stolen from Co-Op
==James==(14:06):
A box he made in art s2
the left trigger of an xbox 360 controller
==Beeve==(14:06):
a post-it note from his dad telling him to clear out the dishwasher

==James==(14:06):
A post it not from his mum saying WHA YE DAIEN.
==James==(14:07):
A car alloy, your car alloy.
==Beeve==(14:07):
a sweatband autographed by Kareem Abdul Jabar
==James==(14:07):
Spit.
A please keep your feet of the seat sticker
==James==(14:0 :
Pizza crust.
==Beeve==(14:09):
Ruaridh's lighter, Arran's lighter, your lighter, Barry Ross' lighter, my matches, Rachel Duff's lighter
==James==(14:10):
That sniper up on the hill's lighte-
==Beeve==(14:10):
A cliff richard calendar
==James==(14:10):
A primary school photograph of Liam Beveridge.
Subwoofer.
==James==(14:11):
3D cinema glasses.
==Beeve==(14:11):
A photo of your great-great aunty Helda, on the boat over from Sweden
==James==(14:12):
A photo of your great uncle Frankie, in the second world w-
==Beeve==(14:12):
My Jesus doll
spare pair of boxers- just incase
==James==(14:12):
An URL scribbled on a ripped Musselburgh Grammar School diary.
==Beeve==(14:15):
picture of Mr Marchant's arse
==James==(14:15):
picture of Mr Parker's arse
==Beeve==(14:16):
­Mortal Kombat
==James==(14:16):
­Vs DC Universe
­Wait he cannae afford that
==Beeve==(14:16):
­14 bottles of mace, Chris' mask from Slipknot, and a whore houses phone number
==James==(14:1 :
­Two Gladiatoruial uniforms for mice
­a small sword
­and buckler sheild
==Beeve==(14:1 :
­a dead, mutilated frog
­American History X dvd
==James==(14:20):
­A cumstained picture of Marcus Phoenix
==Beeve==(14:21):
­a picture of Ron Jeremy performing auto-fellatio
==James==(14:21):
­A picture of you.
==Beeve==(14:22):
­a picture of me and martin, with a cut-out of ross' face glued over martins
==James==(14:22):
­a picture of us all, fondly laughing stoned
­==Beeve==(14:24):
*my wallet
­==Beeve==(14:25):
*stolen cottons from one of nickys mates
==James==says (14:25):
*arrans wallet
­==Beeve==(14:25):
*Ruaridh's uni ID
==James==says (14:25):
*4.6million stolen G-STAR bawsaq hats
*Spare uni key
­==Beeve==(14:26):
*Ruaridh's swiss rolls
==James==says (14:26):
*Ruaridh 40megabag of crisps

Can't remember what happened before we got there: around £3000 (pot)
4 man tent from BM Bargains: £12.99
10 Crate of 4% Stella Artois Cans: £6
15 Crate of 3.8% Carlsberg Cans: £8
A Half Melted Joint-Holder : £3
Arrans Car: £5000? Probs moar.
Newhailes Forest: £0
The Best Gouch In History In Arrans Car: Priceless.
The look on Beeve's face after the rolling machine: Priceless
Half-Cut Photo Session: Priceless
"You have loevely Eyelashes" - "Nah man i'm gouched": Priceless
"Ill gee ye a bookmark and ye can make it a footlong": Priceless
Stalling a Car Five Times in a row: Priceless
Revelry - Kings Of Leon: Priceless
Seeing your mate fall 10ft and gash himself trying to get firewood: Priceless.

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