June 2012
WatchMy drunk dad, featuring cocktail sausages. I have no idea why he was pretending they’re were a phone, or why the sausages apparently “wanted me”.
Someone send help.
Everyone is drunk in my house except me.
My brother just came home absolutely smashed, my mum and dad saw him stumbling along our road and decided to hide under the duvet in his bed to give him a fright when he walked into his room, safe to say he shit himself, fell backwards hit his head off of his cupboard and has now knocked himself out.
Hilarious isn’t even the word.
My dad and I are watching ‘The Sounds of the 70’s’ and it makes me sad that people don’t dance like that any more. I wouldn’t care half as much about what people thought about me whilst dancing when I’m out if everyone danced like they do in these programmes.
Everyone just looks like they’re dad dancing (only a bit better), it’s fucking fantastic.
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There is nothing worse than drinking out of a can of irn bru that smells like mouldy arse.
i wrote a haiku
motherfucking crumbs
who the fuck you think you are
all up on my bed
May 2012
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middle-of-the-bed replied to your post: You know what really gets my goat, people who tag…
“gets my goat” that is such a brilliant phrase ahahah
I’m glad someone appreciates it and doesn’t think I’m some 60 year old woman using crazy idioms.
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okayibelieveyou replied to your post: You know what really gets my goat, people who tag…
when girls tag themselves ‘sexy’ is irritating
YES! ‘Swag’ is another one, oh my god it kills me inside whenever I see it tagged.
You know what really gets my goat, people who tag things with the most irrational words that are in no fucking way related to what they are posting.
I would happily skin you alive and put you into a barrel of salt.
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There is a little “new message” sign thing on my skype and I cannot for the love of me find out what the notification is, I’m going mad.
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To put a bra on because someone’s coming round to our house or not ..
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I must admit
I can’t explain
Any of these thoughts racing through my brain, it’s true
Baby I’m howlin’ for you
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Listening to passion pit reminds me of summer.
