25/02/12
A couple of weeks ago I was out with my friend Evan, drinking, clubbing, and so forth. At the end of the night we walked home together, stopping at a fast food place to get some chips on the way.
When we left the chipper, a group of boys started shouting at us but we just laughed and ignored them. They started following us, singing One Direction's "You Don't Know You're Beautiful" at me, even though we were obviously getting annoyed at them at this point and trying to get away from them.
We crossed the bridge near Evan's house and the followed us, still singing, so I, quite drunk, turned around and shouted, "I DO KNOW I'M BEAUTIFUL! FUCK OFF!"
And that was the end of that. :)
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