So, I, like, bought tea the other day because I'm, like, British now and all that. I tried it this morning and for the love of Jupiter's cuckoo I almost shat bricks. It's really nice, I think I will be applying this one to my everyday lifestyle but diarrhea isn't really part of what I had in store in mind. Oh, the agony.
And there is this Spanish dude right next door to me. Never spoke to him yet. Yes, I am a little bit intimidated and scared and wary and concerned and annoyed and angry but nonetheless it's cool. As long as he saves me from funkey (funny monkey) businesses, it's good.