For the first time in history your two favourite disco madams are in the same room for a blog.
This never happens and its weird.
Normally I write 'em with a hangover on a Sunday afternoon with only repeats of Project Runway to keep me company.
So far tonite Ive had to tackle Our Lass' traditional shit-at-my-house.
We've based our outfits on each other's blusher.
Sessioned mix tapes for 2 hours (turning the tape over is annoying P.S.)
Already had cabbage water over the first bottle of wine (if you dont know what cabbage water is, you're dumb...but tweet me, http://twitter.com/asboagogo and Ill let you in on the secret. Mine is savoy)
Papping the Chinos delivery man (who claimed copyright over his image).
Cried about a work load vs. having a bath.
Introduced the 'Diarrhea Song' to a mind who was too young to have sang it at Primary.
'Dig a toilet not a grave'
All I do is win.
We love getting paid to hear stories about Take That videos, talk to Fresh Fruits and watch Die Antwoord (Ant-w-00-rd if you ask Our Lass), we swoon for that accent man. No Lies.
See you at the Washington for last orders innit
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(pic by Paul Cantrell)