Tamara - team fit!

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quoted by beca on 21/02/07 "plenty more fish in the sea but there's nowt as good as you & me!" haha!!! i bloody love her to bits!!
Are you a parking ticket?? because you have fine written all over you!
I'm Tamara... your everyday girl or you could say the best person ever!!
Half Italian, Quarter Hungarian and the other quarter Englishh!!
I love being in italy, being italian and spending time with my family over there, i couldn't ask for a better family!!
All my girls mean the world to me..soo dont mess with them or fat joe and luigi will get youu!!
Type of guys i likee....well am gonna become a mormon so i can marry all these ladds but on the top of the list its Alex Pettyfer! totally in love with him but i'd also quite like to marry, Heath Ledger, Zac Effron, Channing Tantum and Johnathon Rhys Meyers!!.....
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Braaap!
These boys do it for mee
when I become a pilot me and beca are going to fly around the world!
Lets get one thing straight I AM NOT A MESSER....eh eh tamaraone day a pretty gangsta friend gave a very special bracelet made from precious elasticy material from the land of chemistry. These friends, who became rather well aquainted with each other in the sweaty land we like to call Sri Lanka (just to be different) were suddenly parted when the highly sexual frend had to fly to the sexy land of GREECIO it was heartbreaking. Whilst the highly sexual one was mourning her loss by lazing about in the sun drinking cocktails a colourful exoctic bird suddenly SHIT on the special bracelet (and the highly sexual frend's hair)..not amused. On a another fine day in the life of this highly sexual animal she decided to take a trip to THE BROWN EYED GIRL, meeting lovely smelling chinese people on the way (a very fortunate experience) After screwing the idea of having roll aroung in EuREKA (because we are all skanky bastards) it was decided that the best way to enjoy the day was to...well of course eat. Full to the brim after a short spurt at y'old Burger king (deepest apologies to maccy Ds)and curving her obsession for philadelphia cheese it was called upon the trustworthy hands of public transport as to where we were to land next ..obviously we were flown to the house of nine pouncing cats where we were to unexpectedly have an afternoon of food technology (otherwise known as baking buns that resemble 70yr old breasts sprinkled with hundreds and thousands)... After regaining sanity from the sudden outburst of the brown eyed girl seductively licking her phone she was to be maliciously scarred for life by, if I remeber rightly, a ginger feline labelled 'bully'. Now the mafia must come to bop the cat one....as to the rest of the story, it consisted of a crazy night of mute bus drivers, intimidating 7yr old chavs, beer mats resembling the messer book (populated by yours truly) and the non-messers book. Now lets not forget the faded memories of a chilly night spent on an exceedingly comfortable bed in an empty house filled with only the click of a camera, dancing feet and the faint cries coming from the kitchen stuck in the 60s......then there was the tipi made of wooden sticks tied to gether with a special band, special oh so special. Cabbage?? Is that your Cabbage?? OMG NOOOOOOO NOT THE CABBAGE.
i love lydia's stories of our days out!