you either need a drum set or a laugh track at the end of all your journals. youre so funny. no really, i mean it. ok, i dont, but i still love you. just not your jokes.
Coming home from the pub drunk last night I encountered about 15 Americans on the train. Being polite and very drunk I started talktng to them. The banter quickly went down hill
The_shine: ' Theres alot of you guys is nt there?'
A wonderful thing to be sure. I mean its letting me type this But in drunken hands owwwwww thats another strory my friends. If you have successfully followed my first two guides. Then read on
*shudder* the drunken text message... No other generation has ever had to cope with this problem. Is it any wonder relationships never seem to last these days?
Worst part's when you don't pull and, wandering home, decide that now's the time to rekindle your old romance with an ex who hates you...
One you have a venue and mate(s) your night out is set.
However life will no doubt hand you the cruel twist of fate of running into someone you dont want to run into. This may take the form of
A) An old work 'chum' who as soon as you left the job you came to the shattering... Read More
B happens to me constantly. It seems I can't get away from the bastards. And because I went to so many schools, I can never remember their names...
On the plus side, if you stare at them blankly as they reel off the names of people you've long since forgotten, they eventually start to think you're not who they think you are and leave.
One you have a venue and mate(s) your night out is set.
However life will no doubt hand you the cruel twist of fate of running into someone you dont want to run into. This may take the form of
A) An old work 'chum' who as soon as you left the job you came to the shattering... Read More
One you have a venue and mate(s) your night out is set.
However life will no doubt hand you the cruel twist of fate of running into someone you dont want to run into. This may take the form of
A) An old work 'chum' who as soon as you left the job you came to the shattering... Read More
My ex girlfriend passed me in the street today and tried to say hello.
The only sound I want to hear from her is her nails grinding against the coffin lid while its slowly being pulled towards massive flames . Secure in the knowledge that I am the only one that can hear it and do anything about it , all the time thinking