The one that smells like daises has been developing a delicious wardrobe her whole life without her knowledge, many thanks to the precious grandma. Now that we have both come of age, there is much appreciation of the delectable items that reside inside this never ending cupboard... Carla Zampatti your a god! wow daisies just did a massive drool out of the corner of her mouth, this can be forgiven because appox 2 minutes ago i shared with her a recent sms i received off the current man of interest.
It read as follows:
Today is national 'HOLY SHIT YOU"RE GORGEOUS DAY' send this to someone gorgeous, not me though, i've been getting this fucking text all day.
This is no way acceptable ever.
Im pretty sure this is some kind of deal demolishing act.
I know it sounds harsh to crush the whole affair down from a single text, but we must look at it on a broader scale not only is the text a sign of retardation allowing him to think that actually forwarding these types of messages to people you fancy is allowed, but is also a sign of personality, one that is not fully developed perhaps?
Though in general the rest of the man of interest is trumping the fact that he is a massive faggot on occasion. Heres hoping this will never occur again.
This must come to an end now as we head off to our wog infested local to consume five dollar cocktails on our bastard uni stricken budgets, that leave us stranded to mingle with the hairiest low lifes this side of Sydney.
Get us out of here.
P.s if you are on the ball today you will notice how many times i utilize words such as delish, if i dont stop thinking of/ consuming food soon i may have to end myself.
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