Me and my good friends attended the school production of 'The Christmas Carol'. We turned up, thinking the evening would be remotely dull.....boy were we wrong.
The laughing fest started off when someone knocked something over on stage...and became worse, when the Scrooge girl was getting changed and she got her night shirt tucked into her knickers...me and my friends were laughing like nervy spaz's. I really don't know how she managed to keep a staright face when her big, saggy, sexy underwear was shown the half the population of the world (say...about...80 people). Then when it came time to sing the carols, that was even more laughingatized. I happened to be the only one in the audience singing along (yes! you were supposed to! The words WERE written in the programme...tsk!) It doesn't sound that funny, but the laughing fit we had beofre could have even be retriggered by a hit on the wrong-note scale.
And yes.
It was.
Well, seen as though I managed to stay awake so long without decapitating the fish, I am gonna go get some energy down my throat, so i can manage to hop-scotchle my way around Leeds city centre tomorrow.
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