When a cat meows...: Don't stop, make it pop

Night out with my girls for Carissa my bread's birthday!

WHOOPIE!!!

Awesome night clubbing with the girls!Nothing like a night out in Donny where you get to see fat girls shimmy up and down on old men, yuck. Then a young group of glamly dressed girls enters and they run to you like vultures causing poor Carissa, who was already being tortured by her heels, to fall and scrape her knees. I love my girly night outs, they take my mind off things. Things like afro headed stinky fat frogs that only eat tofu. Urgh. I love how I am already moving on with my life. I love my girls :D

When our feet gave in, The chocolate sandwich headed back to Carissa's for a mini sleepover then bed:)
As usual, we shared a double bed and I had to sleep in the middle. See, we won't be a chocolate sandwich if I am not in the middle, so that gets us paranoid. This also means every hour my breads that are fast asleep will have to wake up cos I will need the toilet due to my over consumption of Stella Artois.