Last night I sewed myself into my dress which was amusing and also uplifting. The F and I arrived first and were lead to a huge private room all decked out festively. We were going to get into a compromising position by the mantelpiece and wait for people to walk in but got drinking instead. My chum that isn�t the F was looking mighty fine. I was slightly agog. He shaved off his gothers beard thing.
This is a load of turdheads. I�m feeling like someone shat on my lap and I need to go and smack myself around the face a bit.
Soso