Red, red wine

‘Shut up, slapper.’ There are some things you can get away with saying when you are three sheets… The obvious response to this colourful rejoinder is, of course ‘You’re a soft cock! Ooh, it’s Nicki Minaj!!!’ Saturday night in the suburbs can be tempered by hip hop, booze, drunken make up lessons and some other female bonding rituals that can not be mentioned on a blog for fear of being ostracised… If I wasn’t writing via phone I would pursue this topic with deep and unadulterated zeal. Promise 😉

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