ITS ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL SOMEONE LOSES A PHANTOM SHIRT. *uncontrollable sobbing...or snogging your choice*
Oh me childs! Last night, I tell you.
So Kearns wound up going to see Madame Butterfly with me cause meh daddy changed his mind on going. So you think, nice normal night at the Opera. Wrong.
Well you know it was rainy rainy so on the way there Kearns stepped in a puddle...teehee....apart from that we were just being cold and skanky..you know us.
During implied pervy parts me and Kearns were laughing because...we are like 8 years old. And my mom was pulling my hair because apparently, one does not laugh at an Opera.
So then we went back outside(still shitting buckets of rain) and Kearns just kept on stepping in puddles and we were wet and cold..and we couldnt hail a cab...and Kearns was sucking out my body heat. And it was weird.
Then when we got a cab(after 20 years ...and blocks) my mom implied death of y phantom t-shirt in the laundry. So you know what I did? I started crying. And both Kearns and my momma were just like:
O_O
O___o
And I couldnt stop..and I was laughing and crying and I didnt know why I was crying and it was so strange........
Luckily though my Phantom shirt was unharmed. I am wearing it..right now.
The farts I might have shed for your smelly fate grow wet and turn to farts of hate!
Toodledoo.
Le Flying Tina | 
