Georgie's party
was
GROOVY, BABY, YEAH.
I may or may not have drunk my way through the world, and become overly inebriated.
And I may or may not have fallen over in the garden, whilst having a screaming fit with Steve.
I may or may not have danced to a mix of The Bee Gees and 50 Cent.
And I may or may not have told the entire world that I fancy Tom.
I also may or may not have looked like I pulled Marios in the garden.
And made fun of short people.
There was much more, but I think that is enough.
Now on to the more pressing matter of what the FUCK DO I WEAR TO CHLOE'S?
3 comments:
THAT'S a pressing matter?! I've got a freaking culture-obsessed American on blogger accusing me of supporting black American slavery from the 1800s, merely because my profile photo is a bloody rockabilly band album cover!
and yes, I think he was serious.
Fashion a smock out of solidified strands of hollandaise sauce.
You'll look seafoodtastic.
I MISSED THIS?!
How come everyone always gets to see me insanely wasted, but I dont get to see you lot overly and insanely wasted?!
Life is unfair.
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