Monday, 26 November 2012

pork flavoured tears

i'm being made to watch made in chelsea! i'm not happy.

what have i done to deserve this?

if this was a tv show it would be called "being made to watch made in chelsea" it'd mainly be me sat in the corner frantically typing while occasionally looking up at the screen and saying "fucks sake" a lot.

the rest of the show would be me planning how to kill them all! i'd start by glassing the cunt on screen now with his own champagne flute while the others watched. just as a warning to them.

they'd be given exactly one week to stop being doyles. if they didnt sort themselves out i'd start hunting them for sport. one would die each week.

i think this show would really take off.

i'd watch it if i wasn't in it.

is this acting or reality? whats going on? why do people like this?

if i hadn't been made an amazing tea and eaten my own body weight in pork i would have walked out by now!

its nothing to do with politeness i just cant move at the minute.

i really dont think i will fit in the outfit i am planning to wear on friday night any more.....


if this pitch works and "being made to watch made in chelsea" gets made then i will go on a diet cos i think that will make a nice killing suit

for fucks sake they are all doyles on this show. there's a fit ginger girl that is such a doyle i'm struggling to fancy her! 

i'm going to cry.

the pork was amazing though


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