A Beautiful Start
I went camping this weekend with Jess and a handful of her friends. I invited my friends along; although it's quite evident that Saturday night soft-porn takes precedent over Pilgrim's rest! Without meaning to be hurtful, I woke up on Thursday morning not really expecting anything. I was numb in a way. It must have been a sixth-sense type of defense mechanism.
We hadn't been on the road for an hour when a Bull-bull made a b-line for Cecilias head and subsequently planted itself in my Mazda's windscreen wipers. The humour of the situation at the time far outweighed the gravity of the suicide - at least in our car that is. And yes, I stand by that it was suicide!
A pretty uneventful drive further - which included many 'bird-killer' based jibes and comments - and we arrived to a splendid location. A couple of fights, about 2 hours of '30 Seconds', 15 Heineken's and near sun-stroke added up to a priceless weekend of which the memories will not soon fade.
Baby, I'm glad to know you.
We hadn't been on the road for an hour when a Bull-bull made a b-line for Cecilias head and subsequently planted itself in my Mazda's windscreen wipers. The humour of the situation at the time far outweighed the gravity of the suicide - at least in our car that is. And yes, I stand by that it was suicide!
A pretty uneventful drive further - which included many 'bird-killer' based jibes and comments - and we arrived to a splendid location. A couple of fights, about 2 hours of '30 Seconds', 15 Heineken's and near sun-stroke added up to a priceless weekend of which the memories will not soon fade.
Baby, I'm glad to know you.
At 01:11 Debaser mumbled incoherently.
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I'm sorry for the fights, but I love you nonetheless and the weekend wouldn't have been the same without you!
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