The Most Amazing Thing You Will Ever Read!

This was just emailed to me by Jean. I cant get over how much effort this chick puts into these things! I couldnt stop smiling while reading this. Although shes not been here long. I think Jean has managed to sum up the group better than any of us can. Well worth a read.

----FROM JEAN----

Ok, reflextion time people, I have been inspired by the fan-tabulous Ben ben's convo to pen down (well type now, but as I have no computer in my room I had to pen it first) how I feel about my new found matea. I've only been here for 3 months, and only been hanging about with you lot for a month and a half. But may I say it's been the best month and a half of my life. I love you's all so much. So here it goes!

An ode to you my Fintry Crew.

Where would I be, what would I do?
Without you all, my Fintry Crew?
My little clique of bitches and hoes
What would have happened, God only knows
So I penned down a four page sonet
Wrote it on paper with your names on it
For reflextion redemption and memory of you's
My chickes my luvies, my Fintry Crew

First there is Ben Ben, a mate, a friend
A guy whos laughs will never end
His stories, enthralling, they fill me with thought
His jokes make me laugh, we giggle alot
My lurvin-ass darlin, about everything I chat,
From panties to bagles, even my bathroom mat
This guy is the one, I dont function without
If I ever need love, hes got loads to give out
So thats it for you Ben, my pal, my mate
What else can I say? I love you, your great!

I'll do the lads first, next up he's the deal
My jap-luvin commerade, my main boy Steel
Wir David's a laugh, and kinky as hell
He stares at my backside, and stick like gel
Kiddin' on there wee Dave, Im havin a laugh
If I ever need luvin; I'll come to your gaff
Our laughs are endless, I'll never forget
At Eilidh's party, you sushi luving get
Your loving and caring, my number one man
Give us a ring when you get to Japan

And then there is Ricky, or Harry he's called
Short with curly brown hair, he'll never go bald
He's horny and sweet, which is really enough!
He lies about France, and fakes that he's tough
Im sure he'll grow up and be in top form
But really without him, life just aint the norm
If I need a quick chat, a kiss or a hug
I go straigt to him, ma wee luv bug
Sorry we Ricky, this poem is shit,
Ach well you'll forgive me after a bit

Hello there dear Gareth, what is the story?
You dropped the Fintry Blog for Balfronamory
Lets cut through the crap cake, my rational lad
If I want a serious word, with you its to be had
When I need a guy, to be straight up and true
I need look no further, I find him in you
Compationate loving and caring you are
Your my wee Gareth, my little star!
So theres your verse, deticated to you
I think I'll move onto, my crazy coo!

Sandy ma dawl, your a maddy indeed
Something just tells me your not right in the heed
But that's ok, I dont mind at all
Clap, clap, wiggle, wiggle, our handshake is toll!
You crazy wee cow, when its you and me
Nothing need make sense, we're happy us three.
Did I say three, oh shit I meant two
Like it matter, I dont need to make sense with you
We could be speaking in German, Italian or Swiss
All I know is I love it, a friendship like this

Then theres a guy who's pretty much my seat
Tall, dark and handsome, big Ewan your neat
Wether it's carrying me around or sitting on couches
You never complain, this boy never grouches
He is also the main source of my eats
Prigles or choccies thos boy has the treats
The man knows a giggle, with his big cheesy grin
I know he's my mate, he knows me from outside in
So now for my girlies, from our Balfron lot
What can I say? We're sexy, we're hot"!

First of all she makes up the thress
Becca Bbarr, ma wee star, a true mate to me
Wether its talkin or laughin or bitchin bout guys
This is the one girl who can talk with her eyes
Shes tehre through the thick, shes there for the thin
Black hair, brown eyes, thin as a pin
I can tell her anything, sand she'll never judge
Your a star, your a mate who'll never hold a grudge
You are one of the triplets, one of us three
To be there for the good and bad times with me

Then theree's another, Becca McI
Hyper and bubbly and giggle like I
We can jump about and do the teddy bear roll
Even though you've got a boyfriend your still ma hoe
Wether its a chat or a giggle or serious stuff
You'll always be there for me, easy or tough
This is my bitch for shopping, she'll tell me it straight
She'll give me a hug and tell me I look great
Actress or singer I know she'll go far
You and Becca B, my two shiny stars

Then ofcourse theres my chicke Gill
Wether its moshing or rock, or talkin bout wiL
I know shs a girl who can take a serious tone
Via letter or e-mail or on the phone
But for giggles and laughs and running about
Iff I need cheering up, give gill a shout
In the drama department to look at fit lads
When Gills about theres fun to be had
So to move on now before you get tired
Heres a girl from Biology, posotively wired

Hey Lisa doll, or minnie the minx
When your about the mood never sinks
Wether screaming or jumping or mucking about
Your a mate i simply could not do with out
In Bio and Chem and all the day through
Hypercrazyrandomsocity one word to describe you
You dont need drugs, just smarties abd coke
Then out it all comes, joke after joke
But is Im having a bad day, and being a witch
I know where to find you, my number one Bitch!

Then theres a girl from reggie, who attacks Furmston Evans
Lori my dawl, a gift from the heavens
Hyper and wacky, crazy and fun
When looking for guys in music, you are the one
We can sit and giggle at the randoms about
My infa red guy seeker who misses out nout
My gig-queen of Glasgow, my little black book
If I need a hand in English i know where to look
My tres brainy pal, I cant live without
Hypercrazyrandomocity, describes you no doubt!

Last but not least. her name rhymes with Banana
My Kilearn bus buddy, my good friend Hannah
A girls whos debating knows no match
A wise talking Diva, is there a catch?
My confidante, my amigo
Dont knwo your taste in music, do you like placebo?
In reggie, PSE, English and Math
YOu've got 10 golden stars, your good with the staff
You remind me of me once, not long ago
You the last verse of my poem, my darlin, my hoe

So that says it all a summary of how much you mean
To the new girl with class, and ass, wee Jean
Im glad I came now to this upper class school
Cause I found my new mates and you guys rule
Through thick and through thin, Im glad I found you
I've got all your backs my Fintry Crew

Love you all

Jean xxx