Legoland Windsor + OneMoodyCunt
Legoland;
The place kids always dream of going, because quite frankly, Lego RULES. None of this half-hearted buying a Lego set for my girlfriends' 18th birthday, then, right? Not since she moved to London, anyway.
So, unbeknownst to me as I prepared flights to go visit her, give her presents and have a lovely romantic time in the constant company of her family - I know, I'm such a romantic... - her loving mother and stepdad had bought us all, myself included, tickets to go to Legoland for her 18th birthday. I'll be honest, I was a tad giddy when I found out.
So, imagine my delight as I arrive at her home after 10hours of travelling, to be greeted with a MoodyBitch who went to bed 10minutes after my arrival. I assumed this meant no post-travel sex. I was right. This particular strain of Miserable Cunt Syndrome persisted, though, over the next few days, to the point that I eventually cracked, and split up with her. Great news, usually... except I had to stay with her until my flight, 4 days later.
Anyway, back to the story...
There we are at Legoland, me thoroughly unenjoying myself due to this:
and being bought drinks by her parents, who seemed to understand their daughter was being an arsehole.
Thus, my memory of all this fun:
is ultimately this less pleasing sight:
Happy 18th Birthday, Honey!
And to think, people say I can be mean..!
The place kids always dream of going, because quite frankly, Lego RULES. None of this half-hearted buying a Lego set for my girlfriends' 18th birthday, then, right? Not since she moved to London, anyway.
So, unbeknownst to me as I prepared flights to go visit her, give her presents and have a lovely romantic time in the constant company of her family - I know, I'm such a romantic... - her loving mother and stepdad had bought us all, myself included, tickets to go to Legoland for her 18th birthday. I'll be honest, I was a tad giddy when I found out.
So, imagine my delight as I arrive at her home after 10hours of travelling, to be greeted with a MoodyBitch who went to bed 10minutes after my arrival. I assumed this meant no post-travel sex. I was right. This particular strain of Miserable Cunt Syndrome persisted, though, over the next few days, to the point that I eventually cracked, and split up with her. Great news, usually... except I had to stay with her until my flight, 4 days later.
Anyway, back to the story...
There we are at Legoland, me thoroughly unenjoying myself due to this:
and being bought drinks by her parents, who seemed to understand their daughter was being an arsehole.
Thus, my memory of all this fun:
is ultimately this less pleasing sight:
Happy 18th Birthday, Honey!
And to think, people say I can be mean..!
posted by SuperRoo at 05:01
2 Comments:
Useless post, this is sooooo out of date and it throws shame on your name when you look at the unprettiness.
I, too, was going to comment on the out-of-date-ness of the post. T'would appear Jamie beat me to it though. Gutted.
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