Cabril sits nestled in a tiny valley with both houses overlooking the tree farm below. This week rows and rows of orange trees appeared below us as os trabalhadors revealed a neatly striped landscape. The only signs of modern civilization are the telephone poles that hang dangerously low across the field. We are free and safe from the constant barrage of commercialism, urban decline and moral decay.
What. Ever.
In true Valley Girl fashion I’m embracing this, like, social media wave to the max. Thank god that old telephone pole gives us ADSL so I can Facebook. So, like, OMG these are some of this week’s totally awesome fan pages. They’re fer shur bitchin’.
Brought to you by this most gnarly fan page:
Spread the like.
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PS: Obrigada to daisyfae and penfold for their comments on Glow.
It’s lovely to see that you’re 17 …… again
Some would argue that I never left …
Gag me with a spoon @ this. Totally.
What, up this ramp?
There’s like so many like buttons around here I am like completely liked out. I am liking the likeness of the like x
Are you serious? It’s tre bitchin’, you know? x
this rocks. fully. OMG MLIA FML…
what evs… i’ll never be kewl.
always been a square peg myself
Response delayed while I tried (unsuccessfully)to find a translation… So sorry.
I think any attempt would probably be lost in translation … x
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What do you mean? Like up this ramp?
I am considering using Like Up This Ramp? as a production company name.
Do. It.