Yesterday i went to Andrew's friends house. Me, Parker and Parker's girlfiend Maureen.
We went to the oub, and were having a great old time, and we were all well drunk. And then we went to the club. Worst decision ever.
The club was like nowhere i've ever been before. The men were all countrified to the last, and there was a group of 4 blokes, and they were all wearing identical blue check shirts. Anyway, they kept pointing and laughing at me, and this was going on for ages and it was really starting to get to me. Parker and Andrew went outside and Maureen was at the bar, and i was on my own, and they were gone for about half an hour, and it all just got so bad. And then one of the blue shirt brigade comes up to me and starts to chat me up, and i've already heard all his mates daring him to do it for a laugh, and i just lost it. I gave him a (slurry) piece of my mind, and he told me i was nuts and a couple of other things, and his friends were having a right old laugh. And everyone came back just at that second, and i went to go outside for some fresh air, and they noticed something was up, and i burst out crying. I fucking hate when fucking backyards yokels like those twits start shit, and i hate it even more that it upsets me. But it really upset me last night.
Teary drunk girl i was.
But i'm not hungover today.
Mike's back tomorrow, which is good. I've missed the fucker. So we'll have our Christmas day tomorrow. I love our Christmasses. He always get me pyjamas, and i always get naked right then and there in the middle of the gift giving to put on my new jim jams. I hate wearing clothes.
MySpace is still baffling me. I got this message just now, i edited out some bits to save this guys dignity a little, well, waht dignity he has:
Hello sweet lady, Am 27year old boy from ghana, And am looking for a white lady like you to married soo if you dont have a husband can you give me the chance to prove my love to you soo we can get married soon. you can send me sms text and i will relpy you back. Sweet lady i will be very glad if you relpy me back. thank you. God bless you
There's some weird folks out there on internet land.
Hope everyone's christmas was good.
Thought i'd add a little before and after photo after last nighs drinking spree, i'm going to have to spoiler this shit up, in case i scare off any random passers by:
We went to the oub, and were having a great old time, and we were all well drunk. And then we went to the club. Worst decision ever.
The club was like nowhere i've ever been before. The men were all countrified to the last, and there was a group of 4 blokes, and they were all wearing identical blue check shirts. Anyway, they kept pointing and laughing at me, and this was going on for ages and it was really starting to get to me. Parker and Andrew went outside and Maureen was at the bar, and i was on my own, and they were gone for about half an hour, and it all just got so bad. And then one of the blue shirt brigade comes up to me and starts to chat me up, and i've already heard all his mates daring him to do it for a laugh, and i just lost it. I gave him a (slurry) piece of my mind, and he told me i was nuts and a couple of other things, and his friends were having a right old laugh. And everyone came back just at that second, and i went to go outside for some fresh air, and they noticed something was up, and i burst out crying. I fucking hate when fucking backyards yokels like those twits start shit, and i hate it even more that it upsets me. But it really upset me last night.
Teary drunk girl i was.
But i'm not hungover today.
Mike's back tomorrow, which is good. I've missed the fucker. So we'll have our Christmas day tomorrow. I love our Christmasses. He always get me pyjamas, and i always get naked right then and there in the middle of the gift giving to put on my new jim jams. I hate wearing clothes.
MySpace is still baffling me. I got this message just now, i edited out some bits to save this guys dignity a little, well, waht dignity he has:
Hello sweet lady, Am 27year old boy from ghana, And am looking for a white lady like you to married soo if you dont have a husband can you give me the chance to prove my love to you soo we can get married soon. you can send me sms text and i will relpy you back. Sweet lady i will be very glad if you relpy me back. thank you. God bless you
There's some weird folks out there on internet land.
Hope everyone's christmas was good.
Thought i'd add a little before and after photo after last nighs drinking spree, i'm going to have to spoiler this shit up, in case i scare off any random passers by:
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your story about those fucking obnoxious men pissed me off so much. i live in london at the moment and i know i annoy all my friends in dublin by going on and on about this - but one thing i've noticed is that the men in london just never, ever behave that way, no matter where you go. i think irish men are probably the most arrogant on earth. and it's so unjustified! anyway, i hope you're not offended, imagine the blonde orange mingbags they'd probably try chatting up for real.
Hope your Christmas was wonderful!