
Ooooolaaaaaaaaaa!
The Phantom is once again with us. In case a few of you didn't know the extent of the hauntings of flat B2.2, a phantom appears in our shower now and again. The shower turns itself on BUTTT not just on by the pully thing, in fact the tap turns aswell. Its tres bizarre. In which, normally Louise screams and i run to scare it off HOWEVER, this time Hannah came across the new sensation of the phantom. Except, this time it "banged" hmmmm. Has the phantom developed human mannerisms? I hope not. It'll be opening doors next.
Anyways, so as we get ready, Caffs and Milo join us to play Ring of Fire which VERY shortly turned into "never have i ever"...intriguing. aahahahahah.
By this point we were sufficiently drunk and decided to prance about to hannah's lego ipod dock and take over 70 photos...in the kitchen...before we even left ahah.
Much to our merriment we waltzed to Hifi, to a club night called SILVER HIPS. Myself and Hannah had become very much the spazmodics about, well basically its amazing and amazing and slightly amazing. I had the best of times with the homies...I fear leaving day with a passion, it really frightens me inside BUTTT I know that these times will occur in our respective homes (mainly mine and hannah's as it will be THE BEST and THE COOLEST yayyyyyy).
So, on a more tragic note, Welsh loses her phone and waits until 3am to retreive it. ALL LIES. However, as me and Hannah discussed on our hangover mooch into the citayyyy - how fast did that night go?
Well I'm glad to say that the beauty of Hangover Club is back in our lives and here to stay forever more. Ellie rolls out of bed babbling about how her mouth is like a "savana"...get it?...not really...apparently its what the cider's called at Hifi. Smooth.
Now we are laughing at ourselves particularly "and da bats" ahaah. Anyways, life has hit an all time low. Hannah just ate mould because she thought something had 'dropped' in her pesto. What a woman.
Alcohol makes fools of us all. Never forget.
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