I had the worst day. This totally made it better.Thank you.
What have I told you about YouTube. Honestly....
I had the worst day too and this also worked for me.And what about YouTube? Content is King, the King is content: all's well with the world.Reader: but just nicking stuff to pad out your own emptiness...Blogisat: I am not the omphalos.
I'm on dial-up so all YouTube is lost on me. I'm not sure that's a bad thing.
You're missing a nice gent tickling th'old joanna.I'd say, go broadband.
You know, there is a price you pay for living far from the ravages of urbanity. It is simply - no broadband.That, and a cess pit in the adjoining field.
A cesspit? One of those open ones that overflows in the spring floods?
It has never overflowed. It has railway sleepers over the top and has to be sucked out. Quaint eh?
I used to work for Banstead Motor Mowers, they had contracts from HMG for nuclear shelters, 'disused' airfields and so on.But the men from another company who had the unmarked sucky trucks were the elite. Whose? How much? What troop movements?Luckily there was no nuclear war in 1976. The people of Croydon (for instance) would have been totally fucked, and the few who had tickets to the shelters would have died slowly on rusty bunk beds.I am not sure what this has to do with the sucky men, but they knew.
It is an ancient mode of tracking that the Red Indians set great store by.
But the spoor of 100000 civil servants and politicians who are living in the nuclear shelters... you're going to need a serious nuclear warhead to go hunting that lot.My shaman sent me off yesterday to find my spiritual animal, and it turned out to be a mattress tick. I am not happy with this 'spiritual' stuff.
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