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Throwback thursday. 

Anton. A rather ugly name don't you think? Well alcohol can darken even the brightest minds. That's why we were calling out his name in an empty playground in the middle of the night. This is the night we discovered our love hate relationship with cognac and that we look fucking gorgeous on photos while being drunk. 

After stealing the liqour from Wife's grandmother we joined at Lovers apartment where we got drunk in our bras whilst skyping with a mutual acquaintance. And then we took the streets by storm determined to disturb the peace. The playground was our first target where we straddled a swing and rode it like hell whilst ofcourse calling out Antons name (if you're wondering who this mystery guy is, we went to school with him as kids, and he lives right by the playground - not much to look at, but we don't discriminate). The next target was our old school, a hellhole disguised as a boring brick house. Here we expressed our love for pain by making out with the windows and kissing the lampposts, which caused minor bleeding but we don't mind 'cause blood tastes delicious. While we were racing around like maniacs we noticed a door was ajar, so ofc we checked it out. Our normaly bright minds were still cloudy, so we didn't care much for the alarm system. We continued expressing our love by dry humping the tables standing in the corridors and taking an exquisite photo and showing of smiles fitting for a toothpaste commercial. We slowly danced our way out of the immediate area in case the police would show up. Escaping to Wife's house we almost fell asleep on the living room carpet while giggling and spaying out the window at Antons house. Such a shame that he didn't hear our calls. 
"When that hotline bling, that can only mean one thing"

 

Ta-ta