I think we're being bombarded by weird cosmic rays. Or it's just me.
I'm watching two doves going at it while balancing on top of the fence. (jealous. much. on top of a fence.)
The letterbox has cockroaches again, brown ones though, Aussie. The CIA has taken theirs home.
The Rodent is having a birthday. He's ONLY 67. Are they sure about that?
I mean he's been around since the Andes were a footstep.
How dare he have a birthday in my birthday month anyway.
Phillip Ruddick (I know how to spell) wants to censor Television and books, specifically Big Brother and Islamic 'How to bomb yourself to heaven' books. I can't make out which one he thinks is terrorism.
I am officially getting old. I admit it. I used to be able to flip a queen-size mattress with one hand. This morning it took me an hour, a lot a swearing and a seismic event when I finally let it drop.
Are you sure the batsard (I know how to spell) is only 67?
In 33 years he'll be one hundred years old. He'll still be here, I just know it. I bet Captain Smirk does too.
The Jenolan Caves are 340 million years old. I bet he started them off by digging in his sandpit.
Happy Birthday, your gnomeship.