cba. Also I went to Sainsbos hungry, so in addition to the carrot, Brussel sprouts, rice vinegar and noodles that I needed for dinner, somehow some Belgian buns, mince pies (iced) and Mr Kipling Christmas slices of some kind fell into my basket.
That’s somehow not as bad imo? Like, the chance of it getting broken down by multiple piss streams from a greater height is…greater?
aka have you ever been to a festival
#balance
#ballast
Wait a minute…airblades…turds…festivals. HOGAAAANNN
It’s cool Bam
a what
M properly loves it. When that little shit at nursery told her her dad was dead she laughed. We saw a dead pigeon last week and she wanted to take it home and keep it.
So because it was me that posted it, you thought you’d have a go? Seems reasonable
I think my main point was reasonable but I phrased it badly because we don’t like each other yes
Anyway off now bye
remember those amazing boots??
REDUCED! Oh wednesday, what a treat
and likewise you have represented what I said differently because of your opinion of me
crossing a road?
so dark. I remember being properly obsessed with it when I was wee. My mum tells a story where she was tucking me into bed when I was 4 and I whispered into her ear ‘mummy, we’re all going to die’.
Think when I’m Prime Minister the first thing I’ll nationalise is Mr Kipling so I can get rid of the ridiculous amount of packaging they use on the mini cake slices.
Wish R was more like this, he was upset for weeks about a dead bee one time.
Started to clock that meat = death now, which seems to be making death more (pun not intended) palatable at least.
I’ve come home from work not feeling absolutely horrible!
remember one time in primary school I was pleading with this kid not to step on this worm and he squished it with glee and it made me cry
