Monday, August 11, 2008
Its a shirt, not my Pyjamas
I dont wear pyjamas. The cake crumbs get caught in them.
This is a Hanger (geddit?) and home.
I've lowered the tone again, havent I..... I'll get my coat.
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ha!
ReplyDeleteoh, and re: naked cake-eating:
ReplyDeletecons: crumbs are lost between the rolls of fat on my ponderous belly.
pros: this extra storage place is quite handy if anyone is hungry for late-night snacks.
Wha- iit a minute. Are you saying that there's sex after marriage?
ReplyDeleteno, good god i didn't mean to give that impression! by 'anyone' i meant 'dog' and by 'dog' i mean 'lulu', whose breath is usually minty fresh from eating her own poo.
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