You know what, you're gonna say I'm fucking mental, off my rocker, but I fancy some some kippers with brown bread, cucumbers and absolute lashings of vinegar, for breakfast.
YOu can get them boil in the bag now so they don't reak out the house. Only thing that puts me off them is the bones, they're so fucking fiddly. Ma' just eats the bones, says they're thin enough to eat if you eat them with bread., but that well puts me off. I wonder how well the filleted ones are filleted.

I'm doing great thanks, I had a I DONT KNOW IF IT WAS A DATE, date last night, that went well. I should have made a move at one point, there was the perfect point as she dropped me off home, we had a little peek-on-cheek good bye and I should have said "We can do better than that". Would have been perfect to see if there was anything there like that.

Never mind, next saturday she's taking me to a butterfly sanctury thing and she's gonna teach me how to use my camera.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sun 17 Jun 2012, 9:29, 2 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

win win
Nice one
( hartley hare Just some prick who thinks it doesn't apply to him, Sun 17 Jun 2012, 9:46, Reply)

yay!
you can be all romantic over the butterflies or something. Or she can do that thing boys do in films where they lean over to help with something and 'accidentally' get too close to their face
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sun 17 Jun 2012, 9:49, Reply)