a new team of fighters have emerged.
fucktablous four.
fuelled by sin. bonded by... bonds.
we are too bloody free.
the carnival was messy. we had a pie throwing booth where people pay to throw 'pies' at us.
the pie was made out of flour, stale bread, water, food colouring and whipped cream.
everyone just wanted to smash us.
after that i spent 1 hour getting starch out of my hair.
eee.
thats how much russ got out of his hair in 5 mins.
we were so disgusting. we walked from my church looking like someone puked paddlepop all over us.
the night was spent with russ, nick and kenneth. the sexcapade.
haha. we were mad, running around east coast, coming up with loopy superzeros.
i think i haven't had so much fun for a long time. :)
