I am off. Now. When me and my brother finsih things. Like packing. 'N' stuff. He's in the shower. This is my stolen moment. On the internet. Breasts. I don't want to go. Cause it'll be weeing it down. And I'll be doing the same shiz I did here. Just without the internet. Wail. Wail. Breasts. Wail.
Emily. Hatty will have your hoodie.
Ciao.
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Thursday 30 July 2009
Au Re-bloody-voir.
Pickle Ate RosyBug Like The Obese person She Is When The Clock Struck 11:10
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Hehehehe...
Well if it cheers you up any when you get back, my holiday FAILED too. I went on an all day walk, slept in a CABIN, then went on a 2 day walk. And. Spelt. In. A. Tent. AND THEN I STARTED MY FUCKING PERIOD IN THE TENT. And then i got ill.
So all in all, a stunner of a holiday :P
(Did I mention it was in wails? In mean, Wales.)
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