Date with the Donnas
I’m making CDs for the road trip. So I’m going through a whole bunch of CDs I haven’t listened to in a while.
One of them is the Donnas, I have their Self entitled CD. So as I’m listening to it, it’s an odd thing. Some songs I like better than other’s but I’m laughing at memories that me and the aussie used to have about the Donnas.
Lisa : They’re bloody sellouts
Me : Shut up, I love them and I’ll make them my wife!
Lisa : Which one?
Me : Donna, duh!
Lisa : They’re all Donna you knob
Me : Any of them but the fat one, she can be the cook.
Lisa : PETAH!! That’s so fucked up, you’re not exactly a prize either.
Me : Doesn’t matter but if any knock on the door you’re ass is going back to Australia in a crate.
Lisa : Oh really, you shallow septic.
Me : Bitch
Lisa : Asshole
Me : Slut
Lisa : Manwhore
Me : Yarbo
Lisa : That’s YOBBO, shut up and kiss me……You’re thinking of the Donnas aren’t you.
Me : Umm…. Hey the simpsons are on.
Ah yeah memories, I miss that girl. So much I wish I could say, and could have said. Well if I did she would probably sass back. But it’s ok I only understood about 40% of what she said anyway. The 60% percent melded into Charlie Brown teacher talk about dingos, kangas, and surfing.
OI!!!!!
