It’s true—the parents have decided to cut the umbilical cord
and send their pride and joy into the arms of good ole London for a month or
so. I’m sure they hope I will meet the ultimate ginger (Prince Harry) and start collecting sun hats
or something, but I think break dancing in a pub is more likely.
If I return looking like this,
ask me out on a date
and buy me a drank ASAP because apparently I only get ridiculously good looking
after puberty.
And just to clarify I am NOT a hipster, there will be NO
artsy fartsy photos here. But as most of you may already know odd experiences
and strange encounters are attracted to me like moths to a flame or Lindsay
Lohan to the slammer—so I’ll be sure to report them right here in the most
candid fashion.
See ya never America
EJBANK$
This is going to be epic. I'm already laughing.
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