15 July 2007

A week on...

In retrospect, i may have been a little harsh in my initial judgement. Although these laws are grossly inconvenient... at least now when you wake up feeling like arse, you don't smell like arse, necessarily.

That stale smoke smell in your hair is rotten. And this weekend, i haven't had that.

Which makes me happy.

20 comments:

Dot said...

you smell like arse.

Mars said...

i smell like YOUR arse.

that's how i know you're gay.

Dot said...

you're a total lesbo and nerd.

nerd!

Dot said...

(and you only smell like my arse because you're always trying to kiss it... broomhead!)

Mars said...

you know how i know you're gay?

cause you have a vagina. and you LIKE it.

Dot said...

you know how i know you're gay? because it feels so right when you love MY vagina too.

Mars said...

you know how i know YOU'RE gay?

cause you wore a FANNY pack. and i saw you. and you liked it.

Dot said...

you know how i know you're gay?

you kept trying to shove your face in my fanny pack.

Mars said...

OH! you know how i know you're gay?

you eat fish fingers.

Dot said...

i never!

Mars said...

FISH FACE! omg... fishfannyface. EW.

kiki said...

womyn please!

Mars said...

OH HELLO!

you know how we know kiki's gay?

kiki said...

cause he showed you pics of him sucking off black dudes

Mars said...

and donkeys

Dot said...

cause he wears a demin jacket with the sleeves ripped off.

kiki said...

yeah but that don't mean he's gay

Mars said...

no, the fact that he wears arse-less chaps does though..

Dot said...

haha, and he brought a Be Dazzler to attach rhinestones that spell 'Campaign for Homosexual Equality' on the back of the jacket.

Lil-Lolita said...

Stinky, stale smoke - blech!