I'm heading out for a super long weekend tomorrow morning. I'm heading to Kelowna for slut.. I mean wakefest. So don't fucking touch anything while I'm gone. I mean it! I'm checking the mileage on the car and weighing the liquor in the cabinet. if I hear from the neightbors that you played loud music I'm taking your allowance for the summer. I expect you to do your homework and go to bed before 8pm. Are you listening to me!?
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*runs to sell idea to movie execs*
In my late teens I once bought my mom a ticket back to England for mother's day. I have to admit it was partly inspired by the desire to have the house to myself so I could throw some wicked parties.