Monday 3 November 2008

Peaches' sucks

Yes. Yes she does. And I'm totally playing the role of the best friend here, pushing her to go get that damn milk. Have you ever heard of such an observed thing such as Peaches, MY Peaches, being scared of such a small thing as a flirt in a food-store?

Obviously the boy (yes it's a boy) with the beautiful eyes has got it in for her. But she's talking about rushing things. Ah, sweetie, that's not the way things goes.

As I said to her over the phone not two minutes ago; Hun, you need to get laid.

Okay, maybe not physically, but rather mentally. Yeah, you need a mental fuck, whatever that might be.

Now I must apologise for my crude language, but a girl (yes I'm a girl) can only take so much.

Camilla out.

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