Showing posts with label Silent Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Silent Sunday. Show all posts
Dinner at Simpsons
(Many thanks to the Birthday Weekend for co-operating reasonably well. I would obviously have posted on Sunday, but let's face it. We all know I was drunk.)
At this point you may all admire my drunken self portrait photography skills.
(plz to ignore drunk face wif itteh bitteh blur)
FUCK YEAH RADLEY!!!! (thanks D xxxx)
Thanks Cassie
Thanks Tracey
(Many thanks to the Birthday Weekend for co-operating reasonably well. I would obviously have posted on Sunday, but let's face it. We all know I was drunk.)
(Well, almost Silent Sunday. FOF is rife. Vile colds all round. So I'm drinking honey and lime. With rum. A LOT of rum. Only, I feel I still need to be classy. And also? My lips are chapped to fuckery, which I quickly discovered does NOT go well with lime.
Fuck.
Hence the straw.)
(on a Monday. Yes I know. I was busy drinking. Now be quiet, it's meant to be silent.)
(PS I know most of you hate him. But I'll be his bitch any day.)
(PPS He spoke to my boobs through a good deal of the time I was stood there. Can you blame the guy?)
(Isaac - 13 weeks, Noah - 19 months)
(Popping eight teeth at the same time. 4 premolars, 4 canines. God in heaven help us.)
(He was watching "Cars".)
(Yes, on his own.)
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