Oh do shut the fuck up about your new extension.
Don't you dare fucking interrupt the playlist to put on your self-proclaimed..
I fucking dread your boring company.
Oh for fuck's sake. Enough talking, let's go dancing. Now.
I am dreadfully sorry but I only find you funny when I'm fucked.
Don't you dare fucking touch the party playlist.
Don't you dare invite me to anything later than 4pm on a Sunday.
We will never, ever forget your avoidable red wine spill.
If you do have to stay the night, please save your monstrous hungover poo..
I am looking forward to cancelling the plans you made.
Please do not get shitfaced and demand to hear Livin' La Vida Loca again.
Hurry, I can only nod and fake smile for so long.
Fuck your fucking Tattinger. I am quaffing Lidl champagne and snuffling..
No one gives a shit that the sodding hummus is homemade.
Please stop adding shit nostalgic songs from your youth to the carefully..
