I Like To Call Her Lucy
Since Vodafone's portable net-thingy sucks (don't buy it, it really does), I have no pictures to upload of the wall that would actually get uploaded no matter how I resixe or pack them. But!
You can find them here. Ch-ch-check it out! Reading the story I still can't quite figure out why actually slapping paint on our wall was so stressing for him. I don't get it. I always trusted it would look awesome (and once again peeps, I was right) and if he'd slapped a litre or so of paint somewhere where it didn't belong then we'd jsut paint the wall again. But probably a different color since we later found out they don't make that shade of grayish white anymore.
And to my and my sister's defence I can only say, we only went to the officer's club (which is situated close by) because the movie we were watching was Evan almighty. 'Nuff said.
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You can't call her Lucy!!! I made you a hot, far-eastern chick with cleavage to die in, and you'd do this to me!?! Lucy's the name of some kind of monkey sidekick to some generic superhero in too small tights!
Kerblaagh!