MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE READS [NATALIE-ANNE BRIGID ROWLEY] BUT! MY NAME IS [*NIGZ*] FOR REASONS BEYOND MY CONTROL.I'M FROM THE "BAD-ASS RURAL GHETTO" THAT IS CREIGIAU. I GO TO RADYR SCHOOL AND IM IN THAT PISSING YEAR OF NUMBER 11. I LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL YET MISUNDERSTOOD YOUNG ADULTS OF CREIGIAU.I LIKE MY GIRLS.I LIKE MY GUYS. I LIKE IWAN BIFFIN I LIKE US. I HAVE WAY MORE GUY FRIENDS THAN GIRL FRIENDS. WHICH IS A PLUS. I LIKE THE SUMMER NIGHTS I SPEND WITH MY LOVELY FRIENDS. I *LOVE* THE STARS. I LIKE TO "DRINK TEA AND PEOPLEWATCH"- HARAD. I LIKE MUSIC. I LIKE GIGS. I LIKE ART. I LIKE DRAMA ALOT. I LIKE ENGLISH JUST AS MUCH. I LIKE MOESYING AROUND ANTIQUE SHOPS. I LIKE FRIDAY NIGHTS. I LIKE SATURDAY NIGHTS. I LIKE TO CRAZY DANCE. I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT. I LIKE CARDIFF FC. I LIKE ARSENAL FC. MUMMY BOUGHT ME A PONY HIS NAME IS WOODY. I LIKE EARL GREY TEA AND MOCHA COFFEE. I LOVED THE DANDY WARHOLS GIG IN GLASGOW WITH MY MAIN MAN IWAN. I *HATEHATEHATE* CLING FLIM, CATTINESSS AND BEING CHASED UP STAIRS. I WANT TO SCREAM WHEN PEOPLE *CLICK* THEIR FINGERS. I LIKE ORANGE SMARTIES AFTER BLUE SMARTIES. MY SECOND FAVOURITE LIGHT SABER IS THE BLUE ONE AND I'M AS HAPPY AS PIE...
KAREN O REGINA SPEKTOR RÉGINE CHASSAGNE & WIN BUTLER STEVEN PATRICK MORRISEY COURTNEY TAYLOR-TAYLOR
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*TRUEROMANCE*CLARENCE: You're a whore ?ALABAMA: I'm not a whore. I'm a call-girl. There's a difference, you know ?ALABAMA: Please shut up! I'm trying to come clean, okay? I've been a call-girl for exactly four days and you're my third customer. I want you to know that I'm not damaged goods. I'm not what they call Florida white trash. I'm a good person and when it comes to relationships, I'm one-hundred percent, I'm one hundred percent...[*MONOGAMOUS*]
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So there is this woman and she was on an airplane, and she's flying to meet her fiance, sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth, and she was seated next to this man, who, you know, she had tried to start conversations, and only, really the only thing she did heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. And she's sitting there, and she's reading this really arduous magazine article about this third world country, that she couldn't even pronounce the name of, and she's feeling very bored and very despondent, and then uh, suddenly, there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave up, and they started just falling in thirty thousand feet, and the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry," apologizing and, and she looks at the man and she says, she says "where are we going?" and he looks at her, and he says, "we're going to a party, it's a birthday party. It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, VERY much." And then he starts humming this little tune and it kinda goes like this: 1-2, 1-2-3-4
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