Today I recieved quite possibly the best ever invitation to a poker night from Da Chlo. She cannot play poker. We cannot play poker. She was solemn and serious as she said it, and it was in "rhyme". If you know Da Chlo, I want you to picture her saying this, and trying to make it a couplet:
"Bring a pound...'cos some shit's goin' down."A pound.
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his dad is the deputy head of st. peters. he sometimes reads the newspaper (albeit the times). he did get a levels (maths, art, something? graphics?) he once had a cyst on his neck. he buys lots of 7"s but DOESN'T HAVE A RECORD PLAYER.
oh. i started off trying to attract you to him but fizzled out somewhat after i realised the few things i know about him are quite pathetic.
please, just have a fling. anything.
love sophie L.
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A cyst?!
I can't promise anything.
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just try.
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