Sing it girl, SING IT!
best part !!
i love my president
why i’m not american i want him for president
l’un des meilleurs !!!!
My life in a gif.
Independent living is..
Rebloging this because of the last one (and sort of the fourth one). I have a story behind this.
Last year I was staying in student halls (again) and I got a call from my friend Anna who I lived with the year before and who was currently living with another previous flatmate Emma.
Anyways I got a call from her asking if I would like to come round for some soup and seeing as I had been in college all week I hadn’t the time to go shopping and jumped at the chance at not having to eat feck all again, so I accepted the offer and cycled about 2 miles out to their house, at one point started to rain very heavily.
So I arrived at their house a little grumpy and very wet and as I tried to call them to let me in there was no responce, the door then buzz and I managed to get in, they shared a spilt house and not being round before I didn’t know which floor was theirs, the lad on the bottom floor just happened to leave his room at this point and dirrected me upstairs. I went upstairs and saw the door was ajar, I began to panic a little. I throw open the door and see the two girls sitting ontop of the sofa clutching one another in fear.
ask them what was going on and the told me that the real reason they called me round was because there was a huge spider in the bathroom and they were to scared to kill it so they called me, they went to go get their phone when I rang but they saw another huge spider by the front door blocking their way to their bedrooms from the kitchen so they were without commmunication, then as they returned to the kitchen another spider appeared from under the cooker so they sought refunge on top of the sofa, trapped, until I arrived.