I had a horrible day yesterday. I had a class at 8:30 in the morning and so, since I take the metro to Uni, I had to leave my house by 7:15 at the latest, to get the 8 am shuttle bus that my Uni provides. What happened was that I left my house in a fabulous mood. I was even singing. That’s how good I was feeling. My friend’s name ends with ‘lova’ so I was singing Mr Boombastic, exchanging Mr Lova Lova for Miss **lova Lova, while making a mental note to tell her about it have a few laughs.
So I was like “Mr Boombastic, say me fantastic, touch me in me back she say I’m rooooooooooooomatherfacker!!!” Continue reading