Becci has spent 2 weeks now picking on me.
Shes pregnant and is blaming it on her hormones and her baby!...but chasing me around the kitchen slapping me with a banana skin and then sinking her teeth so far into my skin that i am imprinted for the rest of the evening is far from hormones darlin'!
The other day i was sleeping off my hangover and i had the window open (to air my room as i had spewed) something jumped in the window and crawled over my face.
At the time i assumed Becci had snuck in my room and dropped the dog on my face. But when i opened my eyes no one was in the room with me and there was a rustling under my bed.
So i shot up and waited to see if it came out! And it never ever did.
Becci and Emma came in and checked under the bed and ripped the shit out of me because it was 'my imagination' or 'your still pissed' or 'you were dreaming it'
And i wasn't!
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