So yesterday I rediscovered the beautiful Skype, and with it the ridiculous username I’d make several years previous.
Everything started out innocently enough. We chatted, edited, sent an unreasonable amount of emoticons. That is, until someone decided to press the big green “Call group” button. Admittedly, that was me. And then havoc ensued.
Jasmine decided to make strange noises and play ten green bottles. And that was only the start! We then move on to a rendition of 10 in the bed, and finally the worst version of little donkey I’ve ever heard. EVER. She decided to accompany this with and endless stream of “(flex)” emotions. You should see those muscles of hers.
Pretty much the only sign of life we got from Matt was incessant coughing. And Chris! He spent most of the time trying to set up his microphone, only to terrify us all when his voice suddenly erupted from our computers.
It was all good fun until a tiny power cut temporarily destroyed our connections. Even the national grid thought that last screech of “Little Donkeeeeey” was one screech too much.
Jasmine decided to make strange noises and play ten green bottles. And that was only the start! We then move on to a rendition of 10 in the bed, and finally the worst version of little donkey I’ve ever heard. EVER. She decided to accompany this with and endless stream of “(flex)” emotions. You should see those muscles of hers.
Pretty much the only sign of life we got from Matt was incessant coughing. And Chris! He spent most of the time trying to set up his microphone, only to terrify us all when his voice suddenly erupted from our computers.
It was all good fun until a tiny power cut temporarily destroyed our connections. Even the national grid thought that last screech of “Little Donkeeeeey” was one screech too much.
OFF TO TAE KWON DO.
BYE.
BYE.
Vicky x
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