Pinecones.....or is it Pine Cones?
Hello there! My next post (tomorrow) will be a round up of the term with piccys n stuff. But tonight, well it was THE MOST HILLARIOUS (ok caps off now) evening in the universe.Well it started off ok we were due to go to St Pauls for a good ole sing song, however we didnt realise that the whole population of London was also gonna turn up.
So after that we headed back to halls and I watched tons of Randle and Hopkirk, the new one mind with vic n bob (who are complete geniuses, geni, you get the idea).
Then at around 7 we heads out for an evening stroll, past some signs, they then fell off and to our shock got lodged into our bag. I was attacked my a demolition sign and Naomi had an ear protection one lobbed at her.
Then as we were gettin strange looks we headed home. Then it happened to be 12:30 am so we decided to stretch our leggs and a digging sign which got run over and bent started crying. The evil builders were going to throw him out so I adopted him, as a selfless act.
Man its to late
I'm so ill that my tonsils have morphed into pine cones, and not little ones, big open bastard pinecones with needles. I have Quinsy, except maybe not properly. It hurts I have migraine, without aura, im pyretic and I really feel terrible.
See we have worked out whats been happening, see when I get stressed my steroid homones get fucked, leaving me immunocomprmised, so as soon as I relax I catch the nearest virus. Its nasty which is why I don't wanna go to sleep. But ok im going now.
See you tomorrow
Discovered by The Pathologist @ 1:27 AM
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