Holy mother of Jesus.
There was Starbucking, Wagamamaing, and wandering around in the freezing cold waiting for Abi who decided not to go anyway.
At Anssi's house, we played the most excrutiatingly horrible game. Called Ring of something or other. It involved thumbs on noses, questions, drinking lots, and making Kris lie upside down and drink shizzle. Arghy. Not nice. But then there was shisha, which was hilarious. Oli Gill, I am sorry we never joined you at your shisha cafe. Mucho traffic light games, and horribly lame "I Have Never..." which worked not at all. Then weeeeeee ran around a bit. I can't remember. Put Nat in the shower, or something. And we sat on the kitchen floor, and ate stuff, and threw noodles, and watched BLATENT FLIRTATIONS. Etc.
Sleep.
Home.
I can't be bothered any more. Just have photos, you gimps.
I am SO tired.
5 comments:
And you look SO young.
Haha.
yeah!
I thought you lot were anti drugs and that sort of things.
Where's the drugs?
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