Bus..Bus...Moving..Moving..
March 13th 2006 This morning a French girl I met the night before thought it would be a great idea to wake me up at 9am. YOULE MIZZ ZEE BOOOURS!! JAWN!!!
Doesn't she realise im an ill little boy? jeesh. I chuckled and insisted I would get to the bus on time, I then turned over and attempted to sleep before she decided it was an appropiate time to talk about stuff. 'Soo Jaawwn, do you enjoy Ireland?'. I g
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