John Pwns

I wrote a giant story about how brilliant it was that my bro owned these French guys at pool tonight, and it was all in excited, exaggerated, totally unnecessary language.

I then tried to upload the photo and said story.

Six times.

Now all I have to say is this: I hate you, internet, and this addictive/aggressive hold you have over me. Damn you, you made me almost punch the screen because you wouldn't do as I said. No morning time fun for you. No bacon in bed. No loan of my moisturiser. That's right: NONE of the perks of being in a long term relationship. It's the silent treatment from here out.

Now upload my photo, bitch.