*laughs*
Well my mum is still scared of what the neighbours will think when i come with my "In Satan we trust" sweater.. And my dad *may Satan have mercy on him* was the other way. I actually had to search through his office to get back my Satanic Bible. he refused to give it back 'cause "he wasn't done with it yet."
I'm looking forward to see my mum's face when i finally get my ass o the UK and get the "ins Satan we trust" thing tattooed on my back. *laughs his evil laugh*
"Oh yeah mum. It's so hot. I think i'll take off my shirt..." Hmmm...
I think i got a sublimal wish for an early inheritance here, or just a hope about making the word a better place. Well at least for me.
Come to think of it. my mum's always benn "What will the neighbours say" type.. She'd probably be deathscared if i came home with one arm teared off and bleeding over the front yard.. *can hear her* "Oh my god? Blood all over the front yard? You're not coming inside until you've washed that away. What will the neighbours say if they comes home and see this mess??"
*sighs really deep* That was that bottle of tequila...
Shit i guess i'll fall over and hopefully hit my bed on the way...
if you hear a big bang, then i missed the bed...
Or... *grins* Nah.. i still got *sighs* vodka.. Ah well
)
Have a good evening anyway.. *ain't drunak might as think you are* SKÅÅÅÅÅL FOR FAEN