We are freaky people.
But you knew that.
Do you know what this is?
It is a mosh pit.
As is our kitchen.
We have a galley kitchen. You get 5 people in one space. One mother in a silly mood. One call of MOSH! And you have teh awesome all over the kitchen.
Arms and legs and squeals of delight.
And one delusional woman thinking she can crowd surf by jumping off the top of the freezer…
Here is a tip. Four people and a bunneh do not make a big enough crowd to surf on. Cause they are all ‘oww’ and ‘muuuuum’ and ‘um, honey do you think that is a good idea?’ ‘don’t mosh me mummy!’
I am all ‘What you complaining about? That freakshow muscle kid was lifting more than his body weight at half your age so suck it up and hoist me over your head you pussies!’
I need to get me some hard-arse kids, not these weak Damn Emos. I swear I heard Amy (the bunneh) listening to Escape the Fate the other day…
Or as we like to call them es-carp-eh teh fart-eh – Thankyou Dory.
Wanna mosh with me? Just let me load the dishwasher first.