Lines to laugh by
The $14 bottle of 'the Prince of beers' is helping - an awesome night despite the NPC final.
Thank you all (below) for making me smile
... until sudden and unexpected explosive diarrhoea forced a curtailment.
Admittedly, we got the date wrong, but that is a minor point.
... we can run around bashing trolls over the head together. How romantic!
... if you looked at it through a kaleidoscope under the influence of some heady skunk and six tequila shots, could have been called romance.
It started innocently enough.
NO MATTER WHAT WE SAY ABOUT FLORIDA MOTORISTS - The actual truth is worse.
The serious and worrying thing for me is that I'm writing a book about Web 2.0
... I have to admit this guy leaves the very best comments on people's blogs I have ever read (if not actually understood).
Developed a colourful relationship with asthma, but hid this from Roxanne Beiswinger.
Anyway it’s a very nice 3 line mail thanking me for mine and attaching six recipes written in Kiwinese.
No-one understands a word I say, except for the one time I said "where's the fucking coffee?" in a too-loud voice. At that moment, the temperature dropped by several degrees, and Pleasantville suddenly turned into Village of The Damned.
I want a frickin apple mojito thingamy bob! I want a seedy pub toilet! I want pizza pomodoro!
Thank you all (below) for making me smile
... until sudden and unexpected explosive diarrhoea forced a curtailment.
Admittedly, we got the date wrong, but that is a minor point.
... we can run around bashing trolls over the head together. How romantic!
... if you looked at it through a kaleidoscope under the influence of some heady skunk and six tequila shots, could have been called romance.
It started innocently enough.
NO MATTER WHAT WE SAY ABOUT FLORIDA MOTORISTS - The actual truth is worse.
The serious and worrying thing for me is that I'm writing a book about Web 2.0
... I have to admit this guy leaves the very best comments on people's blogs I have ever read (if not actually understood).
Developed a colourful relationship with asthma, but hid this from Roxanne Beiswinger.
Anyway it’s a very nice 3 line mail thanking me for mine and attaching six recipes written in Kiwinese.
No-one understands a word I say, except for the one time I said "where's the fucking coffee?" in a too-loud voice. At that moment, the temperature dropped by several degrees, and Pleasantville suddenly turned into Village of The Damned.
I want a frickin apple mojito thingamy bob! I want a seedy pub toilet! I want pizza pomodoro!
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