After my Circuit Theory, Paul and I saw this creep on crutches walking past parked cars, stopping and taking a peak inside, then on to the next.
Paul confronted him and he said it’s ok because he’s a “photographer.”
We think he was upto something suss, so here’s a photo of him:
I’m Not A Thief, I’m A Photographer
Generated by my Lovely Caption Maker
(Sorry about quality, taken with my phone)
I found some funny videos in the last two days. For your enjoyment:
I really like this video, it rings truth. I can certainly being exactly like that, not all of the time, but sometimes. Especially when I’m on the phone to Kym and I’m not really paying attention to the conversation.
“Do you like me?” “Dunno.” “Are you sick of me?” “Yep.” “I’m going.” “Nope.”
What a piece of shit, right? The crap I scrape out from beneath my fingernails has more gratitude that than idiot. I suppose it could possibly be staged but I don’t think it is. Either way, it’s likely that she’s going to be recognised and laughed out. She’ll probably get laughed at more than me at high school, when I god dacked in front of the whole school, I wasn’t wearing underwear and I had a balloon on my penis to stop me from wetting my pants when the wee came out accidentally when I got excited and then I filled up the balloon because I was nervous.
