so yeah, my twin and i recently took a special trip to H&M, we decided to go on an economy drive and couldn't bring ourselves to go to primark., that would be silly and reckless. i was looking for something sexy and short for my new dance production, choreographed and produced by myself fyi, i am also the main star of he show i play a dancing beaver with no friends but the minute she shows everyone her fox trot manages to become the biggest whore of cloud nine town/city/province. i felt very nasty not involving my identical twin so i decided to make her a dancing dog, named brucey. she is a bit uncoordinated but i will whip it out of her. anyway, back to the shopping trip of our lifetimes. we were in H&M just chilling and what not when we spotted a dress that made us headgasm (head + orgasm = a headgasm) it means we loved it btw. so we went crazy and tried it on and danced in it to see if we could do the splits and shit without ripping it.
Then to our horror we realised it was a copy of something on the catwalks, fucking disgusting i tell you. i had to rip it from my body and burn it immediately. iw ill not have H&M copying our favourite designer Herve Ledger. NEVERRRR. disgusting, i feel sick thinking about it. so yes, we stromed out of the shop in fits of tears and decided to drown our sorrows in chocolate milshake, off we headed to macdonalds for a slap up meal of...everythign on the menu. you know us, the fat shits of the blog world. laterz, from your fav cheeky laydeeezz/ fat useless suicidal manic idiots.
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