The moment became so suspense that I had the urge to scream 'THEY ARE NOT MINE! THEY ARE FOR MY FRIENDS' and run out crying.Īnyway, I have to head out soon because I'm going to be late. Even when I placed it on the counter, I could sense the White Bogan family judging me. But I was so insecure of what people thought of me me when I held the thongs in my hands. And we found two gstrings that were on sale and so we (well, mostly I because Dean dared not to stand next to me when I was lining up) purchased it. This month at Aldi, Dean and I were shopping for umbrellas because it was raining heavily at Blair Athol and we were tired of re-enacting 'Tomorrow When The War Began'.
A unique yet odd feature was that the boobs had the ability to be squeezed to an extent that the nipples swell up but it made it appear like the boobs had breast cancer or somewhat horrid like that. Last year, I noticed these cute little pair of tits at a Newsagents in Cabramatta and so for my hilarity, I gifted these perfectly sculpted boobs to Drina. As you know me, I'm one of those erratic present givers (that was a subtle implication to invite me to your parties). So yes, I am supposed to go out in about one hour to find a present for my Dwee Dwee (Drina Maneze).
Yes, I know many of you are thinking 'what the fuck, it's only year 10?' But you do not understand, 'SC' is perceived through my parents' eyes as the HSC except without the absurd expected ATAR mark. I don't really have the time to blog because of SC and school.
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