That would be Oliver, me, and my dear Kida aka Lavine aka Liv Elin at an island during autumn, we look so different O_o. And who the hell is that sausage at the top?
and I'm on a wild rampage. Went wild at the "Crockerie" last night. We have these boxes, of chocolate-cookies. And one of my colleagues, Marte, she loves the white ones (yeah, we just walk around eating, and once in a while we unpack something from a box and put it on a shelf, the rest of the time we chew). And there were four chocolate buisquits left. So, I was given the task of eating these four buisquits.
four flippin buisquits, with chocolate. I warned her, I told her to evacuate, four chocolate buisquits.
I destroyed three angel statues under less than an hour. And dropped a box of kettles that crashed loudly around the crockerie making a shitload of noise.
suprisingly they didn't break.
And luckily, my payment doesn't get affected by the things I break.
Two angels in the floor I smashed
A box of kettles then I crashed
never ruined anything there before
I blame it on the buisquits four
a kettle in the floor *clunk*
just imgine when I'm drunk
just see what chocolate can do to me,
just think of alcohol + little me
it turns out real ugly and nasty too
I might try to eat your shoe,
or fall asleep in a strangers yard
or make out with some drunk bastard
whatever happens with alcohol you can tell
chocolate + me is bad aswell.
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