i have....
Every girl wants a guy who they can run up to
in their pajamas, no make-up, and messy hair
and he'll say, "Babe, you're beautiful!"
If you're a guy and would do this; repost with title saying, 'i would'
If your a girl and think a guy should do this; repost with title saying, 'i want that boy'
this was on myspace.
its weird. im in the middle of francophone montreal. i dont understand a word of whats being said. i went to a wedding yesterday where i should have been happy for the people ive known my whole life, yet all i could work myself up about was the open bar that didnt card.
and yet in the middle of all thats going on around me, all that i can work myself up over...the thought that haunts me constantly...is jean in her pajamas looking beautiful the last day i saw her.
truly the most beautiful girl ive ever seen.
speaking of the open bar, i invented a new drink:
malibu coconut rum
7 up
orange juice
shot of cherry syrup
its mad good and i got about 3, making my total drinks...umm 5...which was three over the limit for the adults.
and no hangover...how irish am i?
i needed them, after the fifth i finally got on the dance floor and they were doing a limbo pole thing...yeah. and under the influence of my happy juice, the thought occured to me 'where is it said that you have to go under it?' so i dove over the pole and rolled up onto my feet. proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that if a vampire were to drink the blood of an irish man he would die of alcohol poisoning, about 400% over the legal limit.
in their pajamas, no make-up, and messy hair
and he'll say, "Babe, you're beautiful!"
If you're a guy and would do this; repost with title saying, 'i would'
If your a girl and think a guy should do this; repost with title saying, 'i want that boy'
this was on myspace.
its weird. im in the middle of francophone montreal. i dont understand a word of whats being said. i went to a wedding yesterday where i should have been happy for the people ive known my whole life, yet all i could work myself up about was the open bar that didnt card.
and yet in the middle of all thats going on around me, all that i can work myself up over...the thought that haunts me constantly...is jean in her pajamas looking beautiful the last day i saw her.
truly the most beautiful girl ive ever seen.
speaking of the open bar, i invented a new drink:
malibu coconut rum
7 up
orange juice
shot of cherry syrup
its mad good and i got about 3, making my total drinks...umm 5...which was three over the limit for the adults.
and no hangover...how irish am i?
i needed them, after the fifth i finally got on the dance floor and they were doing a limbo pole thing...yeah. and under the influence of my happy juice, the thought occured to me 'where is it said that you have to go under it?' so i dove over the pole and rolled up onto my feet. proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that if a vampire were to drink the blood of an irish man he would die of alcohol poisoning, about 400% over the legal limit.