July 2012
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Psh, this isn't a blog. It's a scrapbook for my children so they can see what their father was like when he was younger.
i’m not crying there’s just a boyband in my eye
‘Sweet dreams, sleep tight xxxx’
FRESH PRINCE OF MULLINGAR: THEME SONG.
In Westmeath, Ireland born and raised.
On Bebo is where I spent most of my days.
Chillin’ out, maxin’ and relaxin’ all cool. & acting all gangsta outside the school.
When a couple raps I made were no good, I started singing in the neighbourhood.
I auditioned for x-factor & my fame flared. Now I’m touring the world like a mofo with no care.
(c)
We disagree on a lot of things but seriously? Obama? Really? I’ll write you a book on how much of a dickhead he is.
My friend likes Obama. This is not good. This is bad. This is really bad.
I must fix her.
Fucking love him.
Kay, gimmie a week and I’ll do an essay on this.
I’m holding you to that book, and I want a signed copy.
Danielle:
Eleanor:
Me:
its my brother’s 18th birthday in a few hours and my dad just grabbed him by the shoulders and said
“listen son. tomorrow, you can be legally tried as an adult for first-degree murder, so if you need to kill anybody, go do it now”
Niall in maths
- Teacher: If you have ten chocolate cakes and someone asks for two how many do you have now?
- Niall: Ten
- Teacher: Oh, well if you have ten chocolate cakes and someone steals two of the cakes how many do you have?
- Niall: Ten and a dead body.
My friend likes Obama. This is not good. This is bad. This is really bad.
I must fix her.
Fucking love him.
Kay, gimmie a week and I’ll do an essay on this.
Procrastination will be the death of our generation.
Listen
do i hear jesus
i cant breathe
like 20th time i’ve reblogged this today.
i regret nothing
I should just make a page for this in my blog cause its on there so much
THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME
well than
Perrie:
Me:
