Two pintes of blood please.... skimmed



Damn and blast I got tagged by he said bad things will happen to me if I don't do this so hell slap it into me!

Type one of your most precious memories associated to the following words.

1. Diary- Well um I never really kept one for many resins like paranoia, trust me no one really wants to find out what I think about them, the other is that I can’t be arsed to write one. To put that bullshit aside and hope to fuck no-one from my family reads this but hey its funny: a long time ago when I was alone in my house I noticed my mothers hand bag (holds the same amount as a filing cabinet) left in hall way, I drew my attention from the TV to go rummage and I found hastily folded bits of lined paper with my mums hand writing on it I was quite shocked to discover that it was her hand spun porn!

2. Bathroom– finding my drunk brother on the tiny bathroom floor passed out naked, thankfully all I saw was his arse I think I would be scared for life if I caught a glimpse of his man bits.

3. Lunch– lunch?? Errr finding a fish eye in my tuna sandwich when I was at school, I couldn’t eat tuna for a very long time after that.

4. Music – discovering the words shit blood and cum can be used as lyrics (thank you tool) and sound good lol.

5. Underwear – removing my thong from my ass before I choked on it.

6. New Year – I think it was 1998 going out with my friend Liz and Pippa, during the night some sick fuck tapping me on the shoulder then showing me his balls and dick arranged like a hamburger…lets just say I was kind of shocked so I ran away. If he did that now he would probably louse them lol.

7. Road trip – I haven’t been on one.

8. Water – When I was a kid we had a huge dog called Blackie (guess what colour he was) my Dad thought it was a good idea to teach him how to swim, I think he must have forgot that Blackie was a huge hulking dog like a Rotwhiler, but my Dad picked him up none the less and threw him into a lake, Blackie promptly swam to shore and bit my Dad on the leg.

9. Hair – trying to get a cat away from left over food on a sideboard with a candelabra that had three lit candles in it in one hand (the kitchen light didn’t work) thus setting half of my hair on fire and burning my hands putting it out.

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