About Me
Top that.
When the Cockburns kicks in, garage cricket, tomfoolery with watermelons and a sledgehammer, dinner dates with george that escalate into 20 man parties, followed by the first crime wednesday, running from a hotel with a handful of stolen pints, fishing for beer in Alex's pond, making new bags out of old bags, Jack's ass looking like a penis, Silvio! at the disco, fingers like leopards, antiquing pete, the drying beam, widdlers and one bite wonders, having George confirm to my mother that he "fucking loves" her, todd pissing on his own bonnet, pancake sandwiches, picking teams that exclude chug, being caught on camera casually putting my hand over other security cameras, limpet-based competitions, beerios, being called by the police when out on town, Goodlewhat?, supermarket-hopping for stuffed crusts, shortcuts through long buckbian gardens, Faulkner's nosegay, recieving "get low" phone calls from george every night he goes out, letting George loose with a gun, Mexican aftershocks, partying in houses that don't belong to us, running down the bypass to escape the police who weren't chasing us, todd's cardboard boxers, being always welcome at cafe louisa's, walking through Bangor with a 6 foot sandwhich, "RACK!", rescuing george from ledges he's pissed and fallen down, more correctly- saving howard from getting his ass kicked at the fitz, when high altitudes affect alex's sleep-talking, the day of 22 slices (but not the following day), cruising with a for sale sign out the window, meeting chloé merrion.
"yeah, i'll spell it: M-U-M's... sopping wet gash"
my worsts:
osgood schlatters disease,
mouth ulcers,
"should of",
crane flies
John Locke.
