Walked in from school this evening, to see a lovely christmas card addressed to me on the kitchen table, I open to carefully, each tare of the white pocket the card is contained in, my eyes smiling up with glee. I revel a hallmark card , must have cost a few pounds.
OI BITCH IM YER GOD CHILD WHERES MY FUCKING 50 EURO.
Now, every christmas and birthday for the past 17years Ive been greated with said 50 euro. After all my excitment of thinking I wont be drinking shite this weekend because I know have money. Is no gone. Where is my money eh?
So the moral of the story, dont send cards to teenagers cause you'll only get there hopes up.
That is all.
OI BITCH IM YER GOD CHILD WHERES MY FUCKING 50 EURO.
Now, every christmas and birthday for the past 17years Ive been greated with said 50 euro. After all my excitment of thinking I wont be drinking shite this weekend because I know have money. Is no gone. Where is my money eh?
So the moral of the story, dont send cards to teenagers cause you'll only get there hopes up.
That is all.