PROBLEM #5 - POSSIBLY YOU!!!

Since WHEN did 'shit sorry I have a boyfriend' actually mean 'I love it when you rub your sweaty package all over mah body'

Cacks and Jen are totally confused as to when and WHY this is happening... galz all over the nation are just trying to protect their pathetic relationships and their whispering eyes and desperate guys are making it ALL THE MORE DIFFICULT for them to keep their whispering eyes tight like a tiger. NB: if u do not know what whispering eye is, u number one need to get a life, number two WATCH ROLE MODELS.

This goes in the reverse as well... when boys say they have a girlfriend girls tend to think oh ok i should probs back off.. not WELL WHEN IS SHE GOING AWAY SO WE CAN GET IT ON. informing us that your girlfriend is currently not present does not make girls want to take their clothes off and engage in the act of moving back and forth in a horizontal motion with their private parts touching...........................................................................unless theyre a slut (jen)

the last post we published was for galz only... well this ones for all u fellaz out there. if u have a girlfriend... BACK. THE. FUCK. UP. if gals have a boyfriend. SAME. THING......................

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you're havin girl problems I feel bad for u son, u got 99 problems BUT YOU'LL HAVE PLENTY MORE IF U HIT ON A GIRL WITH A BOYFRIEND

PROBLEM #4 - BLISTER CITY

Do you ever feel like giving your feet a break? Ever think to yourself, I'm not wearin heelz 2nite gal ima wear flatz 2 give mah feet a REST! Well, one lovely night where we started off at Bourban, went to the Club, World Bar, Candys, Moulin, Spice, kick ons at Death Why we thought to ourselves THAT EXACT THOUGHT. Jen was wearing lovely Wittner gladiator shoes and Cacks was wearing lovely leather converse. Now without tooting our own horn... we looked HAWT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Through Jen's munted haze she could not feel the death of the rubber all up in her toes shit and all up in her heels grill. Cacks could drunkenly not feel her feet... let alone the friction that was occuring in her instep.

From shakin our thangs on the df and walking from club to club... and Cacks stopping people that had added her on facebook recently making it clear to everyone in the cross that THEY HAD INFACT ADDED HER ON FACEBOOK we developed mighty liquid bubbly blisters in and around our feet.

So now we've decided that in order to stop these beasts from occurring u need 2 things:

*THICK WOLLEN SOCKS

*A first aid kit fully equipped with bandaids and dettol for those pus filled buggerz

I hope you have found this information helpful... sorry for all our male fans u probably didn't find this interesting... but for you we will say DON'T WEAR THOSE FUCKING CROCODILE SKIN SHOES THEY ARE ABSOLUTLY HEINOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PROBLEM #3 - NO RIDES LEFT

So today after waking up at 7.30 am (keep following our blog for the reason why we were awake at this ungodly hour) we decided to take an innocent trip to the city. ........... ... UNTIL

Jen: OMG cacks u can TOTALLY use mah travel 10

Cacks: AWH thanks..... chuck it here

(put it in the machine twice for both of us)

Random fug man sitting on the disabled seat like a creep: UM... excuse me galz. Where are you off to?

Us: um... the city.....

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he WHIPS out a state transit medallion.... the sweat began to appear on our foreheads as we suddenly realised, this guy wasnt fucking round and was no ordinary civillian. He was ... a STATE. TRANSIT. OFFICER. ..... HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

The man then informed us that we only had a ticket that was valid for 2 sections... not the whole 1 BILLION SECTIONS we needed for our 5 minute bus trip. He then proceeded to RIP the ticket out of Cacks's hands (with the whole bus looking) and sat there and put in the ticket....... SIXXXXXXXX MOREEEEEEEEEE TIMESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. We stood there in utter shock as we heard the noise of the bus ticket go in and out... in and out... in... and out... x 1000.

He eventually handed it back to us when we looked at the bottom and saw...........NO. RIDES. LEFT. There you go! He said and smiled as he handed back our ticket with it's soul having been ripped out. We made fun of him the whole bus trip there.. and back... but underneath our brave smiling faces we were devastated. The whole bus trip cost us about 20 dollars... we SHOULDVE JUST GOT A CAB.

So to all you bus goers out there... BEWARE of a man sitting at the front... looking shady. He ain't no ordinary bus rider... hes the FUCKING AUTHORITY!

But thanks to this experience, we learnt if you havin bus problems i feel bad for u son, i got 99 probs but a travel 10 aint one