Some things just don't change...
My grandma actually chose a pretty fine restraunt it's ashamed it was filled with a load of middle-aged pricks, it would've been a nice place. I didn't even have chance to go to the toilet and purchase a condom since we were sat in some lame booth which I was feeling really claustrophobic in. As expected my family continuously argued over what everyone was 'having' from the menu providing it was within our vouchers range. That food looked magniffy, it tasted like magniffy but it felt like crap inside I think I'm suffering from food poisoning. Urgh.
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