Oh, and I promise that this is my last post for tonight (wow it's hard to navigate the keys when you're drunk).
Trashy trashy slosh sister- I WANT MY BLOG AND I WANT IT NOW WOMAN!!!!!!
Capesh? You've run outta excuses girlie. Do it or I'll reveal to the blogosphere what you got up to with my 54 year old mum on this fine Spring night in a certain bar in Brighton.
Bahahahaha. That sounds seriously dirty.
Thank Family Guy (my god) that winter is over.
Bastard of a freakin' winter that sucked fat hairy black salty balls. (Not that I know what fat hairy black salty balls taste like...)
But I hear that you're rather talented at the ol' tambourine?
I'll be back in a week and I'll be expecting a blog waiting for me. Capesh?
*whispers* yay. *whispers* yay. *whispers* yay.
I really should go pack now and stop seeking attention from randoms on the interweb.