Guess who's here. My mocks are over (ie a reasonable workload), it's a friday night and she's falling asleep. It's SBH. (For those of you that dont keep up, that's Sara.)
pizza!
MMM pizza...
What a valuable contribution.
She's going on about her crazy ginger horse.
HE'S NOT A CRAZY GINGER HORSE! HOW DARE YOU! NEVER INSULT MY HORSE.
Tomato, tomahto. Picky, picky.
ooh pretty flowers...
Allow me to explain. We went walking, had fun in the bushes. You understand. We also were harrassed by chavs. Yes my mother knows, no, she didn't disown me. Is it that so tricky?
Friday, 26 June 2009
A Variety
Posted by Skinny.Melon.Biris at 22:48
Labels: Homophobia, Sara
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2 comments:
the insult better be the crazy part not the ginger part
Obviously.
I would be honoured to own a ginger horse. In fact, I am more than disappointed that he's not quite ginger enough.
:P
SBHx
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