You're funny and so clued in.
He's back after Easter. I'm looking after his guitar. He said please look after it for me, it's my baby, please don't sell it or I'lla senda mya familila atftera youa. 'twas funny.
& I told him before he flew back to Italy to break off with his girlfriend,
that she'd remember him for ever, so I advised him not to pretend to be a slut and say I've met someone else, but to say, I'll love you forever, I need to set you free and I'm going back to London to study. Something like that. Lost in translation.
Love ya
this inna gadda da vida is doing my head in.
xL
situps and/or sex if you can stomach it
cycle everywhere
garden
(dig?
British gals got a even weirder humor than the guys, fun to party w/ your ex-pats and playboys,
only thing is there is a part of your country where I CANT UNDERSTAND A DAMN WORD THEY SAY!
And it's not that they's drunk, which they ARE very good at, It's they have the most odd accent and collection of words.
Honest to God it's like a foreign language with them. Do you know what I'm talking about?
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Oh, 6' 1" Black hair left his guitar with you did he...

He's coming baack (& bum?

) for more. And good boy let you send him out of bed in the wee hrs...?
Oh I guarentee you that's just been stewing in his little testosterone addled 21yr old brain. Young stud boy trophy, Hum
Better go show him off. Prepare for hate.
Sidethought: The most hate Ive ever experienced in a day. Walking w/ my arm around my nice lookin auburn haired girlfriend, she's in miniskirt & heels AND on my other arm, Her best friend: almost 6' of Blond Dynamite in the same dress code. God the HATE GLARES from every guy I went buy that afternoon

. Ha Ha! Jealousy and hate oozing from their pores. It was palpable. Stupid Idiots could have tried to pick up Blondie, she was lonely and available.