Right..great night out..then we went to a gay bar...then my friend told me he'd been lying to me that the love of his life had been going away...then the bar closed...then we tried to find a toilet..then the twats at the takeaway wouldnt let me go (where's safads?!?!) then tom bought some pills....then i had to pay for them...then im sure we were on cctv...then we got home and tom couldnt find all his pills..then im sure asterix ate one..then he got mad and locked me in the spare room...good thing chicken has no carbohydrate in it right?? otherwise my diabetes would be on it's arse...ugh
not like it means shit anymore
not like it means shit anymore