#rizzlekicks mama do the hump mama do the hump hump
my fave song 🎶👌 @mazclements @jackkfarrell
Best thing I’ve read in a while, describes the last 6 months of my life to a T aha.
“Drink too much, even if you have to go to work at 8 a.m. the next morning, a few cups of coffee and an adderall can cure the worst of hang overs. Spend money you don’t have, wake up in the morning to check your bank account and see you actually did spend $100.00 at the bar last night. Date the wrong guy, or maybe two or three of the wrong guys, so when the right one comes along, you know it. HOOK UP WITH THAT SEXY GUY THAT’S HITTING ON YOU!! Even if he is a stranger and you don’t remember his name the next morning. If nothing else, it will make for a funny joke for you and your friends….well maybe a few weeks later when you’re over the embarrassment of not only accidentally leaving your underwear in his room, but also texting him blacked out a few nights later when all your friends told you not to.”
So tonight involved #superslam #wrestling. We started this chant and it felt gooooooood. I feel masculine 😁 #YOUSUCK #gangrel
I miss everything mcfly… the tours, the summer shows, the camp outs and the sleeping in binbags and buying primark duvets.. sleeping in ditches with a tent that had no door in the pouring rain, using public toilets as dressing rooms and rain shelters, hand driers as hair dryers, risking life and death to use obscure plug sockets in obscure places to charge phones just for a few minutes. I miss the 18 hours of queuing and making great friends… and then as soon as doors open you’re fucking rivals and “if that bitch gets in before me I will fucking lose it” and the absolute agony of having more than one priority queue. god fucking forbid. watching everyone turning into emotional wrecks when ‘that’ song comes on. I miss the elbow digs when eye contact happens and the ‘ohmygodohmygodohmygod iknowiknowiknow’ and the finger wiggles. and waking up with really massive bruises from being pinched in excitement…. being crushed by the barrier, punched in the back by hot horrible brazilian and then passing out before mcfly even got on stage ha, bitch, I miss the shit support bands and the mad atmosphere and that butterfly feeling when they’re just about coming on stage and you can fucking feel it in every part of you. And then it’s over. Again. For another 6 months, or a year or apparently until this mcbusted shite is over and done with and then I can have my happy little mcfly bubble back and be surrounded by my favourite people and have a shit load more hilarious memories.