It seems as if today I'm experiencing sudden bursts of proper writing, which is quite odd considering most of the time in the chat I purposefully act like an illiterate twat. Posting what one may describe as walls of text and confusing people with my excessive verbiage... I just can't seem to stop. Perhaps it has something to do with the wonderful works of Douglas Adams about Arthur Dent and company as they journey through space, or maybe I've finally went mad. Probably the latter of the two, quite frankly I'm surprised it took this long.
These random bursts have also made me come off as delightfully british, which makes a little sense considering I had just recently rediscovered the wonders of a good cup of tea in the morning.
I seem to be having far too much fun with the labels for this post.
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twat ill twat ya round the 'ead me old china down at e old london town also verbiage ill give ya verbiage like theres no tommora so lyke there was this old bird in a suit walking along she was a blonde and she walked into a bar i personally would of thought she'd of seen it coming, knocked her block off an all never mind when i heard topless women in the street thats not precisily what i had in mind
ReplyDeleteDude, just, Dude. You should totally just write some story when your like this, it could be like the awesomest thing in the world.
ReplyDeleteLooking back on this, I'm not entirely sure this was a good idea. Good getting all that out of my system though.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to check this tomorrow and see what my reaction is then, I have a feeling it'll be something along the lines of "What the tits did I type last night?"