Ma Vie proffessed her love for me, but revoked it 'cause she has a live in boyfriend but she loves me more then him according to her.
And the kicker is, I winched her and a potential boss, i got vetoed from a club with a few mates 'cos i was too pissed.
Then, apparently, i got a kicking, in the club we eventually got into.
"Walkabout" in Glasgow.
All I know about it was getting picked up from a poool of blood by the bouncers.
Fucking pussies didn't even break my nose, but I do have a few butterflies on my nose + probable lifetime scars because of them.
You really have no idea what i would give for a square go with one of those fucking cowards, I'd tear them a new fucking arse.
And the new Robbie William's song says something to me about my life.
Who'd have thunk it.
Is this a good reason to stop drinking?
And I think I have concussion.
Four days. |