I'm Sam. I made this blog with lewis. But I haven't wrote in it yet. So Lewis just text me actually telling me to write in it like it's some kind of chore. But I like writing, and writing a lot of shit, so here goes. You've been warned.
The Y key isn't working on my netbook as I'm writing this, so I have to absolutely hammer it to make it put a y.
y. smash. y. smash.
I'd write it on my desktop, but I can't get to it, as I'm re-arranging my room.
I just found a didgeridoo under my bed.
I can sort of play it. Cool.
Countdown's just come on the telly that I just moved, and it makes me want to blow my brains out, completing the redecoration of my room with a new wall colour.
change the channel.
Now it's that fucking John Lewis advert that uses the Smith's Please Please let me get what I want. I'm pretty sure that song's supposed to be about getting love and happiness. Not a pair of John Lewis slippers or some shit. And they're hardly the same thing. Well.
Maybe. But the ad still pisses me off. And it's a shit cover.
On a sort of related note that'll just embarass and piss him off, Oliver is such a hipster shithead that he once asked "Have you ever heard of that new band The Smiths!?"
"new" being the key off-pissing word.
brb finishing room.
Done. Considering the last main entry was about Lewis' doritos shit, I don't think I've done bad by our standards. Although I have just realised that I've just blogged about countdown and slippers and not much else.
And it was the best thing you've read all day.
It'll be even better next time. Honest.
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