There's nothing like doing the walk of shame on a Sunday morning, back to your parent's home, to make you feel like a sixteen year old again.
Trust me, as I walked up my Mother's street this morning, praying that she'd be at church, I felt like a dirty teenage stop-out.
She was indeed at church. Hopefully she was asking for me to be saved.
Lord knows, I need all the prayers I can get after last night.
19 commentaires:
You are going to hell. That's all there is to it! I'll see you there :-)
I'll be meeting you there then, unless you get to NYC sooner
:-Daryl
man, i love your life. mwa
I can only imagine what you got up to. And I have a very vivid imagination.
Sounds interesting... ;)
Better the day better the deed hunny bunny
This is a blog...we shouldn't have to imagine...we want details!!!!
big c - i've booked us seats together on the flight south....
D, hopefully i'll get to nyc beforehand....
Red; me too; he he
12oti - i bet you do too!!
marjolein; it was kind of interesting...if i remember correctly, that is.
VM ) my thoughts exactly. a good way to end the year!
Sean, details by email only!! but he was cute!
durrty! :)
alan - oh yeah!
rien changes avec toi!!
How perfect though. You got your chimney swept!
CB - blew away some cobwebs....
I'm not even sure God can save you ......
yeah, LaTanya, like he's looking down favourably on your sorry backside!?!
Sounds like you had a good, old fashioned Brummie night out our kid.
Having a parent around means still getting to act like a bad teenager!
Ahhh, but wasn't 'last night' wonderful!
I think as long as our parents are living we'll always feel like children when we do something "bad."
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