Poteau une - How we came to be

Momby and The Rockin Robin... You can only wonder what freaks made this blog.

Yo dudes :)

So its the First post, or poteau une as the french like to put it. Basically me and the legend that is The Robster are bored and decide to follow in the footsteps of our dear friends (Mercutio + Bartholomew) and create a blog.

Right so me and Rob are 14, go to a cruddy school, have amazing friends .... wait there let me turn this depressing music off.... there. Anywayy. as the holidays are drawing to a close i can only help but wonder; have we really done anything constructive over the past 5 weeks??? Well apart from holidays we have literally been out and about every day park-ing, town-ing, cinema-ing and being teenagers basically, but done nothing remarkably memorable. Today was alrightt though (see Robin's post for full details of todays events :)) Oh well, there is allways next summer :D after the next tiring school year...... Ahhh i just realised... EXAM RESULTS SOON!!! Because we are clever beans, we did about 3 GCSE's very early. :D. But... Statistics... Never... Again... The course work was dreadful. it actually nearly killed me. Sorry, ranting. Just realised that is what a blog is. But before i bore anyone who is reading this to death, let me pass you over to my dear friend Robin (Who will probably make this first post actually worth reading as i tend to annoy people :L).


Soo Bye Byeee from Momby (the slightly-strange-but-very-cool one) xxx


Hi it's me, to my first point and what do you mean passing over? I helped write that. During her "old age" my dear friend momby is loosing her memory. And to my second If you are reading this then thanks because to be honest i probably couldnt be ducked to read any blogs other than my friends and i admire you for taking time out to read things written by sados like me ;).

So about me . . . well i really am not a very interesting person and have very few talents a can boast about, but one thin that does anoy me is when oldies complain about todays youth. I am not going to lie t you and talk about me in an exciting manor because i truly am not. Today all me and the momby have done is sit around being "rebelious" teenagers, as the title suggests. Thats if you think rebelious is listening to frank sinatra and making felt flowers. Thats right. Felt flowers. (it is realy fun and theraputic) We have lives, but choose not to use them to the full potential.

Because i am really shit at writing things like this and because i want to play guess the sketch, it will have to end it here.

Yours daily Robin (The mighty cool one) xx