this post will not be remixed by diplo

i can't take photos. it has been snowing while sunny and i should have taken much nicer photos than these but of course i was smoking and wearing sunglasses and worrying about my bike/bag being stolen (not in the indoor one). i took them from a bridge which everyone, hilariously, calls 'orgasm bridge'. it leads to trinity hall (tit hall!! we are so funny!!)

in other news :

HER BANTER WAS WRITING CHEQUES HER FACE COULDN'T CASH.

churps lines:

'i love that shirt, it's really becoming on you, but then.. if i were on you i'd be coming too.'

'is that a mirror in your pocket, cos i can really see myself in your pants'

'does this rag smell of chlorophorm?'*






*a variation on 'does this taste of rohyp to you?' and how the fuck do you spell words like that?