LFoD
Once upon a time, in a nice little house near the hills, lived four sweet and friendly girls. Their names, in order of breast size, were Daisy, Raen, Sena and Circe and they all loved each other very much and sometimes wore each others bras on their heads.
They spent a year growing up and down and in and out, and on the thirteenth day of the third month of 2006, they decided that they had damned well earned themselves a party. Nevermind the dozens of other parties they'd had during this last year, the boozehounds And so it was. And all their friends came along to play except the ones that had reason not to or lived far far away in the city of Melbourne, and lo, they were missed.
These are those four lovely girls, aren't they charming?
Alcohol is a fickle thing. It made the partygoers act in strange and unusual ways. For some, such a Raen, fell ill and craved broccoli. Others devoured apples:
And a rare few became rabid and carried off school girls:
Some merely became rabid:
And for some, the less said the better:
The idea came to us like a flash- like a vision scrawled across the sky in highlighter pens! Let us lock Tim in the pantry! Tim resisted.
And eventually, defeated us.
We were much afeared of the angry, victorious, smitey Tim, so we fled the the pantry realm ourselves! Lo, we need diets.
The infamoud J.D arrived and was greeted joyously by women and their preprandial hooting!
Gleefull, Sena announced she had hugged a boy who did not know her name! Oh, wicked days. The mod girl then announced she was to snog him, quickly, for verily, he still had not learned her name.
And so it was.
None complained. Wicked, wicked youngsters! Lo, the horror was so great that Peter returned to the wild:
But lucky for him, and lucky for all, the girls of the LFoD are superheros in disguise, and lo, they banquish all evil.
Well, the bad bits of it anyway.
And now we come to the end of our photo adventure. The whole affair lasted till around two in the morning when the girls sent their guests packing because Daisy believes in the age old concept of, if not beauty sleep, then at least sanity sleep.
Ass one can tell, not a single parygoer had had either the night before, but that it not to be held against them, for they are wonderful, and we love each and every one of them. Especially the one who brought that sponge.
This is Raen, over and out.
They spent a year growing up and down and in and out, and on the thirteenth day of the third month of 2006, they decided that they had damned well earned themselves a party. Nevermind the dozens of other parties they'd had during this last year, the boozehounds And so it was. And all their friends came along to play except the ones that had reason not to or lived far far away in the city of Melbourne, and lo, they were missed.
These are those four lovely girls, aren't they charming?
Alcohol is a fickle thing. It made the partygoers act in strange and unusual ways. For some, such a Raen, fell ill and craved broccoli. Others devoured apples:
And a rare few became rabid and carried off school girls:
Some merely became rabid:
And for some, the less said the better:
The idea came to us like a flash- like a vision scrawled across the sky in highlighter pens! Let us lock Tim in the pantry! Tim resisted.
And eventually, defeated us.
We were much afeared of the angry, victorious, smitey Tim, so we fled the the pantry realm ourselves! Lo, we need diets.
The infamoud J.D arrived and was greeted joyously by women and their preprandial hooting!
Gleefull, Sena announced she had hugged a boy who did not know her name! Oh, wicked days. The mod girl then announced she was to snog him, quickly, for verily, he still had not learned her name.
And so it was.
None complained. Wicked, wicked youngsters! Lo, the horror was so great that Peter returned to the wild:
But lucky for him, and lucky for all, the girls of the LFoD are superheros in disguise, and lo, they banquish all evil.
Well, the bad bits of it anyway.
And now we come to the end of our photo adventure. The whole affair lasted till around two in the morning when the girls sent their guests packing because Daisy believes in the age old concept of, if not beauty sleep, then at least sanity sleep.
Ass one can tell, not a single parygoer had had either the night before, but that it not to be held against them, for they are wonderful, and we love each and every one of them. Especially the one who brought that sponge.
This is Raen, over and out.