Benito DORITO. [A.R.E]™

I'm the boy who wonders around a club on his own with a lager & black and a smile. I'm the one who looks like shit in all of the pictures. I'm loud and crude and I tell the shittest jokes & laugh at every single one. I'll often have my keys out and ready to go. I'm the one who doesn't get hangovers even though I drink daily. I'll tell you all about Captain Planet. My boys are my favourites, how boring would it be without them? My girls are just as important. I look stupid most of the time but I never care because I can barely see straight on a good night. I've probably seen you around & spoken to you for years but i still don't know your name. You'll see me in a club most nights. I don't work, I don't have the time. I'm not a pretty boy. I have an amazing circle of friends, I don't need yours. I'm not as good looking, interesting or rich as you. But, fuck me, it's pretty amazing being me. Thanks.
Nicest thing anyone has ever said to me-
'ID GIVE ANYTHING FOR A LITTLE FUCKING SHOWER OF RAIN! ESPECIALLY IF U WERE DANCING UNDER IT TOO!'
-Rosie Corcoran 08/09/2007.
The Making Of Benito Lorenzo.
Happy:
Geek.
Rain.
The lads.
Brian :-].
Phonecalls.
Captain Planet.
Old Suitcases.
Binoculars.
Old man cardigans.
Bow ties.
Texts.
Rizla.
Bongs.
Vegetable fingers.
Bourbon.
Milk.
Porn.
Breasticles.
Ugliness.
Daryl Palumbo.
Mixtapes.
Traci Lords.
Walks.
Trampolines.
Lager & black.
Smoking.
Love confessions.
Wigs.
Going for drives.
Sad:
Rosie in LA.
Arguements.
Keys.
Daniel going to uni.
Slags.
Drama.
Bigots.
Pigeons.
Sweetcorn.
Meat.
Movers.
Gurning people.
McDonalds.
All things fairy.
Scrooge.
Cunts.
Ulcers.
Bangs.
Crowds.