Last night.
So, yesterday's evening included:
- 4 rejections
- 1 valuable item of mine confiscated (YOU BASTARDS!)
- Money hidden in vanilla sauce
- Threats to call the police
- A dude whose hair looked like a) he'd been in a lab explosion, b) he'd been to Universeum and gotten stuck or c) he was still back in the '90's boyband era.
- Very cheap shoes ^^
- Linda learning to walk in those shoes, and - obviously - almost cracking her ankle
- 1 person not believing my English accent (YOU BASTARD!)
- Fitting in my bloody jeans for once, and managing to do something great with some make-up
- 1 conversation on the way home with a more or less sensible/desirable guy who happens to live right by me
I guess that's it. Questions about what was confiscated and who the police was to be called on should be directed to someone who can be bothered to answer them.
And I don't understand why Linda keeps being so embarrassed when I talk loudly about stuff in public! It's a free country! I can talk about sex and tits and asses and flourescent dildos sticking out of foreheads if I so want to! Relax!
6 comments:
Torra och pryda människor uppskattar inte sådana skapelser som oss. Du måste kunna inhalera dett afaktum för att kunna gå vidare.
What was confiscated?
esoterisk - Mmm, inhalera.
xovelono - 1) who the fuck are you and 2) take it over MSN, helgon, efterfesten, BS or something else ^^
hahaha.. HAHAHA. vaniljsås, HAHAHA. killen me håret, HAHAHAHHAH!
Have a nice day...
Linda - Jadu, de där incidenterna kommer att bli två sköna klassiker så småningom :P
anonymous - Yeah, you too.
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