Ok, so I know these shits are in the wrong order but I'm a retard and Blogspot does me 'ed in so this is the easy way out ay it. It's all about the content bitches!!!!
So anyway, once you've read the bit after this that your meant to read before this you'll know saturday got messy.
(Problem solved now. I ay no retard!)
Sunday was pretty much a fuckin' write off. Even a skate downhill to the park did nothing to shift it. Even beers from the skateshop never shifted it. Even sitting on the beach couldn't move it. So after more shralp we went to go and laugh at Adam and his hangover at work, but it appeared his friends sleep and paracetamol had been good to him.
So we walked into the bar at five joking that even after saying no to the barney that night we would still be in the bar at closing.
Guess what!
So Myself, the trapper, and good old pink socks got blasted with Emeline and talked about the finer thing in life for a good while, until we decided to skate the bowl with a gutfull. Rogers can FLY!
That was that, back on a plane full of memories of happy days and happier nights, and a land where even the ugly ones are a stone cold seven. Au revoir and thank you so much Adam and Emeline xxx
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