Ugh

YOU BORE ME MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF.

So then...

The Boy is a pussy. The girl sure ain't.
Cannot be fucked with drama, whining, pathetic complaints and overly sensitive responses to mutual opinions. What a waste of time.
Sure was fun while it lasted, right baby boy?

Gross. For real.

Kidz

It's like a fucking play ground, this bull shit.

TELL ME SOMETHING BANAL

TELL ME SOMETHING BANAL
TELL ME SOMETHING BANAL
TELL ME SOMETHING BANAL
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TELL ME SOMETHING BANAL
TELL ME SOMETHING BANAL

Tell me something

UTTERLY BANAL.

Birmingham. It's such a beautiful shit hole.

Holler

So they met at a bus stop on Bristol Road. He was the poet, she was the girl with the candy floss locks.
Now they've started this pieceofshit blog that will consist of banal shit and pictures of chewing gum snapped while melting on to the pavements of Birmingham and Selly Oak.
Gross, innit.