...i stumbled upon ur latest posts. so i was scrolling down....and down....and down.... and i kept on seeing u with that silly smile in every picture half drunk half happy...and i was wondering...did u found ur personal Promised Land?? AND above all how do u feel withOUT little horns above ur head ??? Anyway, i kept on scrolling down and down...and i wanna meet Dally. Emma can u host me in Nottingham (plz say yes) and let me sleep in ur room (plz say no!!!)???? Anyway u cant avoid it...*starts packing things*....i know u want me to come there....*buying tickets*.... we are going to have an awe time....*at the airport*....we ll hung out together....*flying over the Atlantic*....we ll drink everything thats over 60% EtOH ....*landing on Heathrow*.....we ll puke together.... *reaching Nottingham residence*.....and then u can sleep at ur room and me in Dally's.... *ringing ur doorbell*
-Hello!!! Is anyone in??? Will u let me in?? HELLO???? EMA??????
*frustrated*
*awaits at doormat*
-Hello!!! Is anyone in??? Will u let me in?? HELLO???? EMA??????
*frustrated*
*awaits at doormat*
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