You all know what this means, don’t you?
That’s right, party at my place! *
Monday, August 16, 2010
B.Y.O.B.
On Saturday morning M left for an utterly insignificant harmless little island in the middle of the Atlantic. The people inhabiting this strange little island speak in a funny manner, adore their queen and have a strangely close relationship with umbrellas. They call this island “Great Britain”. Rather silly name, if you ask me, seeing as the island isn’t very “great” at all, but rather small actually. Then again the people of Great Britain are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. Luckily M has a digital watch so he’ll fit right in. He’ll be there until next Sunday, getting his ass handed to him by karate masters.
You all know what this means, don’t you?
That’s right, party at my place! *
You all know what this means, don’t you?
That’s right, party at my place! *
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