I won't, but its the thought that counts.
Something to rant about drunkenly for at least another five minutes...
Karaoke!!!! Yeah baby. I rocked some Guns N Roses earlier... with actual good vocal quality. However, my rendition of Sweet Child got song raped by my dear Jamie's Welcome to the Jungle. I mean I love the guy, but I could so eaasily have gone 'NOB HEAD!!' Very loudly. But NO I was lovely and obliging as always. No we're all good. Me and Jamie are like 'THAT' (indicates two robots fondly moshing). Other people on the love list... Emma T, Charlie Mac, Allie (Donner) White, Mur Sweeney, and most definately Roberto the DJ.
Java Automatic Updates really need to stop bugging me. What do they ACTUALLY do???
Band suggestion, any of you with a weakness for slutty girl punk check out Bikini Kill. One of their songs is called 'I like Fucking'... which is lovely. Everyone loves a good old rogering.
My question for this evening... Are you a pancake or a profiterole? She replied pancake, like me. God love Rosa, she's very sad because Miss Kris Whiting is jollying off tomorrow. Bless her. I wish her luck in all her life.
I wrote this whilst very drunk. All is good is drunky land. Tomorrow I will print an extract from a book I'm writing.
Peace out XD xx
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