I was overjoed (ahaha, so funny) to find a Krease, an Abi and a Joe waiting for me outside. Lovely jubbly. We proceeded to mount the bus, and scarper off to Waitrose, where Kris bought not one, but TWO duckwraps. Oh dear. Back to mine, where we lazed, and waited for others, who arrived soon. Boring boring, Cassie got stressed, blahhh. Train to Egandham, toddled to Lois's, where we met the drama crew, and finally reached Lois's.
Party was the grooveness, lots of Pimms, lots of trampolining, some Whiskey, and some tears. Lovely jubbly. But that's ok, because apparently, I'm BEAUTIFUL when I cry. Shut up, you beergoggled git. Passing out time ensued, and Abi lay on me. I did not notice.
Saturday brought Kingstoning with my Krease, to buy me shoes pour le Prom (which is in three friggin' days. Shit.) Shoes bought (and they are so fit), we went to Waitrose (ooh err) and Krease searched for another duckwrap. But alas, it was to no avail, for the ducks had scarpered, and we had to settle for another form of poultry, known formally as chicken satays. Hell yeh. Food being eaten, we skipped tiredly around for a bit, and then Joseph arrived. Oh good, me stuck with the Kroe. Lovely. But they were good as gold.
We went back to mine, where we decided to make flapjacks. So off to Waitrose we went, and bought this:
Please note ANOTHER duckwrap. Sigh.
We got home, and decided that flapjacks are only good when green. So, we made them green.
Joe makes a good cook. Doesn't he look simply DASHING with his gloves on?
Bless.
With the flapjacks made, we ran upstairs, and I made Krease and Joe dye my hair. Not once, but twice. Sorry, babes. But you enjoed (I crack me up) it really.
Joe buggered off home, leaving me with the monster occasionally known as Kris. We did nothing. We slept. That is all.
More evidence of a mangled Krease photo. We look darn fit featureless. A mon avis. Lalala.
ONE MORE THING:
Tom or Fati, I have your Batman Mask.
Mwah.
9 comments:
You look better without mouths.
What photoshop filters did you use to make that photo?
BECAUSE ITS COOL.
And you ARE beautiful when you cry. In an ugly way.
Mostly in an ugly way.
And you're missing the most important bit: THE PART WHEN YOU PULLED YOUR STALKER. MANY TIMES. THERE WAS MUCH SWAPPING OF SEMEN. I MEAN SALIVA.
SEMEN TOO.
OH FOR GOD'S SAKE, I DID AT NO POINT PULL THE STALKER.
YOU AND THE LOOCH, HOWEVER, IS ANOTHER STORY, EH?
HAHAHA.
phew.
That was exciting.
CASSIE I LOVE YOU FOR SAVING MY MASK. I thought I had lost it forever. Please bring it with you to prom. ACTUALLY DONT. That would not be a good idea.
Actually do. Ah man my imagination makes me crack up.
Alot. In a chortling way.
You are a total freak, why do you have to type in different, not right languages and different words which mean nothing? And i know you think your cool being a freak. But your not. Right.
Thank you, Mr. Anonymous, for your oh-so-constructive criticism. The words 'pot', 'kettle' and 'black' spring to mind, however, as you seem to write in a foreign language also. Or are you just thick?
LOL. Not as thick as you.
Sigh. If you don't like zee blog, do not read it.
Kay?
Peter Kay.
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