Once upon a time a beautiful princess fell in love with a handsome prince. The chemistry between them was obvious to all, as was the emotinal connection. It was as if they were destined for one another. However, the prince had commitment issues and only really wanted to have hot, meaningless sex with slappers who dressed in denim minis and ug boots. So the broken hearted princess bought 17 cats and died alone. the end.
shitty my story goes like this.. boy likes girl. Boy finds out way too much info in a game of never have i ever. Boy goes eww. oh well
lol, realistic fairy tales... me and my flatties love htem. We have already started naming our cats, and we are going to sit on our verandah every day in our rocking chairs, drink sherry and shout intelligibly at small children. Spinsters unite
shouldn't you shout UNintelligibly? Also, sherry tastes like ass. but apart from that, can I join you? I'll wear unmatching shoes and a dress which clashes.
yes i do mean that but my brain died this morning from to much essay-age. and yes you can. you should also join our club, the Drunken Losers Society. We will have meetings where we get drunk and complain about how no-one likes us. and our official car is the Loser Boozer Cruiser. only it doesn't go, so we just sit in it and be losers who can't cruise. it's choice.
Sometimes the Society meets in a clapped out old car for drinks, but I'm yet to witness it. I hate sitting, waiting, printing out electronic tickets. Once upon a time there was a short, stumpy, but slightly handsome in an odd way (like... ...if you squint) prince, and he was sweet, and pretty straight-forward and simple (despite the Walrus), and he was on the look-out for another handsome prince with whom he would fall deeply in love (or at least have some neat, romantic, meaningful little fling with). But princes who like other princes tend to be queens. Or they just like lots and lots and lots of sex on the first date. Or they are just depthless, dull characters who judge him for his quirks. Or they just suck. Or they turn out to be closet heterosexuals (no, seriously!) So the little prince quit, and he married his handpuppet, and lived happily forever after in a house where he produced the bi-quarterly Drunken Losers Society magazine and comic (which was imaginary... ...so effectively he did shit all). Then he died. THE END.
