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Jolly Mother Fucker...
I'm feeling a tad vile at the minute. It's not really fair, considering i've nothing to feel vile about. I'm a happy chappy lately, and I don't like being in a bloody mood. So there.
Start the Schooner tomorrow. Pulling pints, corking bottles, smashing glasses, ID'ing EVERYONE, you know, the usual. I'm dead dead excited. OOOH and I have an interview on Monday for a good call centre, where we will ACTUALLY get paid £850 a month. Instead of NEM's, where they cancel so many shifts, I come out with £300 a month at the most. It's rude and vile.
Gosh i'm tired. Well, not tired, I just want to go to bed. And die.
I wanna speak to your Daddy bitch. That's what i'm gonna say to someone tomorrow if they look under 18, and not able to throw a punch. ID? Nope? I wanna speak to your Daddy, bitch. It'll be tres hilerious.
Tell you what is hilerious? I spell hilerious with an e instead of the correct spelling, hilarious. This is a deliberate mistake. I'm actually the best speller I know. And the word Apparently, I spell apperently, just because it sounds better. Say the two words how they're spelt, and apperently sounds Irish. Like, Graham Norton style. It's great.
I'm watching a vile programme about 4 women who have all had boob jobs and now they're in the jungle singing insania. I don't get it AT ALL.
And I feel sick. I've put all of my weight back on. And i'm a stoner again, well, part time. I'm not addicted or anything, and I never will be again. I know I have the self control to say no to the stuff now.
EVEN THOUGH... I went in a bit of a paddy earlier on when we were gonna go to Nicole's flat to get stoned and it was decided we shouldn't. I just like feeling like a retard for the night. You know, when your brain stops functioning and you just start slobbering all over, and answering people 20 minutes after they've asked you something, just because it's taken that long for you to make up an answer in your head that doesn't sound like something a tourist with a vocabulary of a two year old would say, like, if someone asks what you're doing tomorrow, you, instead of saying, 'well, i'm not sure, but I think we should doffo do something', say 'well, me arse, norrrrrr, [lots of giggles] i'm errrr, what am I doing tomorrow?...[long pause, conversation topic has changed]...OH tomorrow, i'm not fuck all doing nowt me. fancy it? [another pause]...do summit me and you tomorrow like? [giggles, fade, end scene]
That sort of thing.
Cha'mon mother fucker. Check out ma jolly mother fucking green giant! And if you want, pop your arse to Schooner tomorrow after 2, and i'll serve you. isn't it.
What is up my sister?
Jimms x
I'm feeling a tad vile at the minute. It's not really fair, considering i've nothing to feel vile about. I'm a happy chappy lately, and I don't like being in a bloody mood. So there.
Start the Schooner tomorrow. Pulling pints, corking bottles, smashing glasses, ID'ing EVERYONE, you know, the usual. I'm dead dead excited. OOOH and I have an interview on Monday for a good call centre, where we will ACTUALLY get paid £850 a month. Instead of NEM's, where they cancel so many shifts, I come out with £300 a month at the most. It's rude and vile.
Gosh i'm tired. Well, not tired, I just want to go to bed. And die.
I wanna speak to your Daddy bitch. That's what i'm gonna say to someone tomorrow if they look under 18, and not able to throw a punch. ID? Nope? I wanna speak to your Daddy, bitch. It'll be tres hilerious.
Tell you what is hilerious? I spell hilerious with an e instead of the correct spelling, hilarious. This is a deliberate mistake. I'm actually the best speller I know. And the word Apparently, I spell apperently, just because it sounds better. Say the two words how they're spelt, and apperently sounds Irish. Like, Graham Norton style. It's great.
I'm watching a vile programme about 4 women who have all had boob jobs and now they're in the jungle singing insania. I don't get it AT ALL.
And I feel sick. I've put all of my weight back on. And i'm a stoner again, well, part time. I'm not addicted or anything, and I never will be again. I know I have the self control to say no to the stuff now.
EVEN THOUGH... I went in a bit of a paddy earlier on when we were gonna go to Nicole's flat to get stoned and it was decided we shouldn't. I just like feeling like a retard for the night. You know, when your brain stops functioning and you just start slobbering all over, and answering people 20 minutes after they've asked you something, just because it's taken that long for you to make up an answer in your head that doesn't sound like something a tourist with a vocabulary of a two year old would say, like, if someone asks what you're doing tomorrow, you, instead of saying, 'well, i'm not sure, but I think we should doffo do something', say 'well, me arse, norrrrrr, [lots of giggles] i'm errrr, what am I doing tomorrow?...[long pause, conversation topic has changed]...OH tomorrow, i'm not fuck all doing nowt me. fancy it? [another pause]...do summit me and you tomorrow like? [giggles, fade, end scene]
That sort of thing.
Cha'mon mother fucker. Check out ma jolly mother fucking green giant! And if you want, pop your arse to Schooner tomorrow after 2, and i'll serve you. isn't it.
What is up my sister?
Jimms x