8th of May - Part I
- $180, sixteen children, birthday - our eligible excuse to get fucked up, ample cigarettes, vodka, Black Douglas ect. Doritos and soft drink, our verandah, nigger beats? SHE VOMITED ON MY BRICKS? NO WAY... LIKE I OWN THAT SHIT DOWN THERE, THEY ARE MY BRICKS. I REPRESENT THEM BRICKS DOWNSTAIRS.
'ILL CLEAN IT UP' NO YOU WONT. yeah i know...

The wonderful eight, of May. It was our magnificent birthday, our as in me and stephanie's 15th. We sung that 'happy birthday' tune to one another and had shots all round. It was great, Samuel's iPod playing some TFU and nigger beats. We exclaimed, 'NIGGERFAGGOT' numerous times.