Went out last night. Had NO intention of going out last night. 10 o'clock brought a call from lively Manchesterian Mike convincing us that we had to leave the house and go Irish bar hopping to make fun of all the Irish.(Why, exacly I'm still not clear on...)
I was hammered, dirty danced on the dancefloor, came home with a stomach ache to eat a bakpau and proceed to pass out. Kekone is hung-the-fuck-over, while I feel remarkably fabulous. Perhaps it was the pissing contest the boys were getting into repeatedly. Why do they feel that because they have dicks they've got to use them? Ugh! Boys!
I was hammered, dirty danced on the dancefloor, came home with a stomach ache to eat a bakpau and proceed to pass out. Kekone is hung-the-fuck-over, while I feel remarkably fabulous. Perhaps it was the pissing contest the boys were getting into repeatedly. Why do they feel that because they have dicks they've got to use them? Ugh! Boys!
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But, hey, what are ya gonna do - can't live with us, can't live without!
And I use that reason all the time.