So we got up at a really gay time of day, I mean DOOOOOOOOOOOOOD the time was still single digit numbers. Like, who the f*** wakes up before 10? Or even 12 for that matter. (It was 5:30, f.y.i.). And I'm still awake 20 hours later. What a bumlord!
So I is chillin' in ma hood in da West side of Wales, and all you haterz better shut the f*** up y'all coz you iz goin' down ma friends. BIATCHES!!!
This shit is onnnnnnnnn.
Tomorrow I am going to go out into the town and smoke some weeeeeeeeed. There is a shop that I know that I can get it from. It's like EastWest only more welsh (meaning there is a sheep behind the till). But yeah. I am totally up for the ganga, man.
Let's be honest here, I am a massive hippy, you probably would expect me to do this kinda ting, because I am always so chillaxed and sh** and I'm always eating pies.
Peace and Love
P.S. I just did a fart in my room at the house, and my parents came in and asked if I was drilling.