My life as a grown up.

So my friend (let's call her Audrey) and I have decided that we are the most hilarious people the world has ever seen. We established this one day whilst sat in our favourite restaurant making giant beards and moustaches out of our hair and drinking Bloody Marys. Or, as I like to call it...

LET'S SEE HOW MANY PENSIONERS SHAKE THEIR HEADS AT US AND PROMPTLY EXIT THE FUCKING BUILDING.




We subsequently went on to make the best video known to man.
It was late. There was rum. And I discovered a function on my laptop that let's you doodle over videos as you're recording. Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep that night. And felt rough as a bear's arse the next morning.




You would never guess I was in my late twenties would you? I have a job and a flat and responsibility but I constantly have the mischievous urge to feel like I'm 7 years old at any given moment.
This is what happens when you go to private nursery and so on. Conforming is so heavily ingrained in you as a person, that you need these glorious shots of revolt in your adult life from time to time in a desperate attempt to find some sort of equilibrium.
Either that, or you drive around in a white Jeep forever with perfectly boufant hair that just keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger until it eats your head.










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