This is me giving you advice.
Don't go out with a burd wot smokes weed. Go out with one who doesn't smoke weed but likes the bohemian/romantic/rebel idea of it. I went out with loads of burds wot smoke weed and it was a fucking nightmare. Your relationship will grow around it and they're all greedy cunts.
Go out with a burd wot likes the bohemian/romantic/rebel idea of it and you're fucking squids in, mate. More for you and you'll seem distant and contemplative when actually you're just wopped to the socks.
This is me stopping giving you advice.
Not that you give a fuck or anything. They can kill our children, but they're never kill the craic. Woo.
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