Boyfriend went out last night to celebrate one of his mate's, "B", birthday. When those lads go out for a night out it tends to be all or nothing... but for some reason they seemed to go for the moderate celebratory style. Yes, they did go to the Uni's Friday night club which must have looked a bit sad as they will have been sort of 9 years older than the youngest students...
Boyfriend came home stumbling into our room in the early morning hissing: "Is it alright if B stay over, he's too pissed to get a taxi back to his..." and B came in repeating the word "Shiiiiiiiit" over and over again in a Clay Davies (The Wire) kind of style. I got up to get him a pillow and started getting some sheets for the sofa-bed but before I knew it B was sleeping whilst still saying "Shiiiiit" so I left him like that.
This morning I have been a devoted, under the thumb, kind of girlfriend (shiiiiit) and made them both a huge fry-up with bacon, pieces of toast, baked beans, grilled tomatoes, fried eggs and mushrooms... I'm such a keeper!
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You're too good to be true.
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