Sep 30 2009
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And this is what we do when my bag gets stolen from my favorite and most frequented pub in London and I think all is fine because I (luckily) have my wallet and phone on my person but then get home at 1:30 am and realize I have no way to get into my building save for throwing pebbles at the one lit window and pray they recognize me and believe my shotty story and fortunately they do and are awesome and then I get to Mission Impossible my way into my flat. Lucky is the watchword Also classy.
