So my plan today was to do nothing and not be productive in any way, shape or form but iblogged, yes I consider this productive! So yeh here’s another 7@7 list! Its actually 6 as I couldn’t think of a 7th but c’est la vie:
7 Things I do (did) my mum would kill me for if she knew.
1. Drink straight from the carton.
So 99% of the time when I’m at home and thirsty, I’ll make my way to fridge grab a carton of milk, juice or any other lubricant put it to my mouth and put that shit straight back in the fridge. Now many frown on this practice and I know for a fact my mother would go ballistic if she caught me in the act. But its all for a good cause. I’m advocate for energy conservation you see, why waste my energy walking to the cupboard to grab a glass when the whole process can be completed at the fridge!?!
2. Tweet about Her.
My mum is an incredibly funny woman and the funniest thing about it is she is completely unaware of it all. Some of the stuff she comes out with is just shocking, so its only natural that I take to twitter and entertain my tweeps. However if she found out about this I’m pretty sure I’d be dead.
3.Threesomes.
No more will be said on this.
4. Cheat On My Finals.
Now I’ve always been a smart motherfucker, so rarely have I had the need to cheat on exams. Countless nights I’ve found myself cramming against the clock, learning as much as I can before tomorrows exam. Its just how I operate, I prefer to do things lastminute.com. But I have to admit, the first time I ‘proper’ cheated on an exam was during my recent finals. I snuck in a sheet with some pointers and on a toilet break read through it. Was it worth it? …..yes. Sorry Mum.
5. Keep the Offering Money.
When I was a young’un Sundays used to be my favourite day of week and not because of Sunday lunch but because every week my mother would give me spare change to drop in the collection basket. And many a time I pocketed that change. Only God can judge me.
*Gets on knees and begs God for forgiveness*
6. Porn
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