dont mess with the best because the best don’t mess.
“This was when you were like I JUST BOUGHT A DRINK AND SPILT IT ON THE FLOOR STRAIGHT AWAY AND NOW I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO. So we just sat you down and you stayed there for like the next 2 hours.”
I’m not surprised I was so distraught. £1.80 double vodkas deserve to be drunk not spilled on the floor.
but I love these galdems:
Not the one on the right though. Not that this is a ginger hate post or anything, She was quite nice, I just don’t know who she is and resent her a bit for not being Rosie instead. Rosie wasn’t in Bristol for this picture, you see.
She was in Cardiff though so we still had BANT.
Basically we went to Bristol and Cardiff this weekend to see each others faces and we had a well good time. Laughed myself near to death. The Cheeky Weekend was AWESOME.
I realised something this weekend that I think I’ve know for a while but wouldn’t let myself admit to; I am in LOVE with my friends. Not in a gay way mind, I don’t want to have it off with them thank you very much, I just want to be with them all the time. AND GROW OLD WITH THEM LOLOMGZ.
I know everyone thinks their friends are the best, that’s why they’re friends with them, but I know in my heart of hearts that NO ONE laughs as much with their bezzers as I do when I’m with mine. And That is a scientific fact, although It’s probably because I’m really funny tbh and I’m just laughing at myself.
So there we have it. I’m besotted with my friends. Smitten, if you will.
