u think that's bad?
The snow and the car weren't bad enough.
But that was months ago, let's get to the good stuff!
My friend is coming to England, to meet the man of her dreams. He is called turkey and he enjoys scratching in the ground, pecking at ducks and chickens and any other poultry smaller than he is, and being slathered in Cramberry sauce. What a fucking hottie, specially after he has bin roasted for xmas dinner.
So they are meeting in Manchester, my friend is soooooooooooooo excited, more excited than a prossie with thrush, more excited than a hobo with a newspaper, more excited than a dog with a man's leg.
C**** and Turkey forever!!!
As for Larry Hasen, what a fucktard, I can't believe we were ever friends with him. You know what he's bin getting up to in Connecticut? He managed to insult nearly all of our posse by sending them explicit texts, and since he doesnt even have a cellfone, cos he is such a hessian, we are all wondering how this has come about. Something to do with his IT boyfriend, sending stuff over the net to cell fones in England and Australia, WTF, mate!!!!!!!
He's just not content unless he is fucking up people's lives. Like that time in France, when he nicked our train tickets and we got kicked off the train cos he's also nicked off with our visa cards. Oooh but it was a joke, really! Why aren't youse laughing? Oh and when he set Regina's boyfriend on a date with her, and he dumped her cos she stood him up, since Larry has actually not *remembered* to tell her about the date, so boyfriend gets insulted, and Larry has to comfort him.
So now he is trying to get it on with this wimpy guy in Queensland, I swear, the poor little thing was nearly in tears after Larry sent him an M rated text for his birthday. Pussy sent me a picture message from her cellfone and he's there with tissues and all these people trying to pat him on the back and say 'there there' feelingly. Inconsolable, he had to go home early and retire to his bed with a mug of hot malted milk.
Man, this is so wrong.
I might have to put on dashboard confessional and start crying into my pillow.
But that was months ago, let's get to the good stuff!
My friend is coming to England, to meet the man of her dreams. He is called turkey and he enjoys scratching in the ground, pecking at ducks and chickens and any other poultry smaller than he is, and being slathered in Cramberry sauce. What a fucking hottie, specially after he has bin roasted for xmas dinner.
So they are meeting in Manchester, my friend is soooooooooooooo excited, more excited than a prossie with thrush, more excited than a hobo with a newspaper, more excited than a dog with a man's leg.
C**** and Turkey forever!!!
As for Larry Hasen, what a fucktard, I can't believe we were ever friends with him. You know what he's bin getting up to in Connecticut? He managed to insult nearly all of our posse by sending them explicit texts, and since he doesnt even have a cellfone, cos he is such a hessian, we are all wondering how this has come about. Something to do with his IT boyfriend, sending stuff over the net to cell fones in England and Australia, WTF, mate!!!!!!!
He's just not content unless he is fucking up people's lives. Like that time in France, when he nicked our train tickets and we got kicked off the train cos he's also nicked off with our visa cards. Oooh but it was a joke, really! Why aren't youse laughing? Oh and when he set Regina's boyfriend on a date with her, and he dumped her cos she stood him up, since Larry has actually not *remembered* to tell her about the date, so boyfriend gets insulted, and Larry has to comfort him.
So now he is trying to get it on with this wimpy guy in Queensland, I swear, the poor little thing was nearly in tears after Larry sent him an M rated text for his birthday. Pussy sent me a picture message from her cellfone and he's there with tissues and all these people trying to pat him on the back and say 'there there' feelingly. Inconsolable, he had to go home early and retire to his bed with a mug of hot malted milk.
Man, this is so wrong.
I might have to put on dashboard confessional and start crying into my pillow.