“Hey boy” they shout - “have you got any money?”
And I said - “I’ve a little money and a take away curry,
I’m on my way home to my wife.
She’ll be lining up the cutlery,
You know she’s expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork”
And I’m down in the tube station at midnight
On crutches with this shitty knee inflammation, hopefully I’ll be free walking by Thursday, which happens to be my birthday. But my hands are blistered and my left knee still hurts, so I’m continuing to put on my puppy dog face and get people to open doors, carry bags and talk to me. It’s great being partially disabled, SO MUCH ATTENTION… probably for the wrong reason.
Just eating an orange, like a spaz. (Taken with instagram)
This is how we do it at rugby every week, you’d definitely fit in :p
Played for the Driffield U16’s today. Scored a try playing outside centre. Absolutely nailed their Full back TWICE! Great performance by the whole team. Looking forward to playing Otley next weekend in the Yorkshire Cup (1st round) Just hope the swelling on the knee goes down a bit. Back in the gym tomorrow. Roll on next week.
Just got some boxers. Rugby ball on them with the words ‘fancy a ruck?’ never really thought boxers could be so funny :)
What’s with everyone trying to be Indie all of a sudden? Surely the large influx of people doing ‘Indie’ things and wearing ‘Indie’ clothing and so on, is just making the whole thing generic and pointless. Why can’t people just be themselves and not just follow each other like sheep.
Just sat in my room, minding my own business WHEN A GIANT FUCKING SPIDER JUMPS ON MY SHOULDER AND CRAWLS ACROSS MY CHEST. That’s about as close as screaming like a girl i’m ever going to come D:
This would defo go with your Black Dahlia Murder shirt. You could wear it all the time and never take it off ;)
Life In The Dogbox - 50 Lions
WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING HERE
Rather than studying wank poetry in English lessons, why don’y we just look through and assess hardcore lyrics. It’d be a lot more useful and actually have a meaning, unlike most poetry which is only accepted as poetry because people ‘interpret the real meaning’ Fuck that.
To feel the wires of my brain get cut and quietly rearranged, and
Hear my beaten heart exclaim, ‘Still, I refuse to let her go.’”
So we escape to our mistakes for they wait patiently for us.
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