On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
12 Gin and Tonics,

11 Tequila Slammers,

10 Double Vodkas,

9 Shots of Whiskey,

8 Pints of Beer,

7 Rum and Cokes,

6 SOUTHERN COMFORTS!!! (yummo)

5 Killkenny Ales,

4 Stomach Aches,

3 Dodgy Prawn Barbies

2 Throwings up,

and a trip to the Emergency Room....

am i spose to be impressed.
cause im not. unless you thought of it yourself, or if its true.

i'm impressed that anyone can do that much hurt to themselves.

but then again - maybe it's saying something about how we feel about our life, if we f*** ourselves over like that?

drugs and a chainsaw are less dangerous than that list.

now thats a psykotic true love!!!!

i say leave her ;)

i say leave her

haha did anyone else pick up the amusement in this?

yes, bwahhaha, i dont think ember is a dyke

yeah i think Ember is a Dyke

Sounds like Christmas day here:)

good s***. except it should get rid of all that fagget piss and just drink beer

sif throwing up

f*** chrismas bring on boxing day.
cricket, horse races, endless cartons of piss what more could a man want

sex

i'd like chrispy to die a horrible, torturous death.

it's obvious you aren't satisfied with your life, chrispy. have you tried a suicide forum?

Gundam, don't talk about thing's you have no idea what they're about :P