Some people call me crazy.
I prefer the term, happy with a twist.
Witchy,I sent you a fifty quid note for your birthday. I just hope the thieving bastards at the Post Office haven't nicked it. (Actually that joke works better when sent by snail-mail...although not much.)
You sent me a fifty POMMY quid note? That should buy me an ice-cream and the morning paper.
What? The voucher for Straight Bois for Hungry Ladies wasn't there?
Never mind the straight bois, I can fix a bend or two. I notice you didn't post any photos of cottages 'over there'.
*sits and hums while enjoying the show*
Give a feminist flowers and see what happens.WOOH! BLOODSHED!
aww, that's nice.arlene,Federal Way florist
Rh, my ex was right into feminism, always let me open the car door myself, even in the rain.
Thanks Arlene, but same day service from Washington to Australia?
Whoa, slept in!Did I miss Cake? I'm into flour power.Forever sweet, JahTeh.
Cottages? England? I have no Alan Jones idea what you are talking about.
So late Hip, there's nowt but crumbs left.Andrew, so innocent and sweet you are.
Richmond vs Geelong, they'll know they've been in a fight.Go Tiges!
Three-quarter time.(oh my goodness)Can Richmond boot ten in the last.
Happy Birthday Jahteh.Sorry it's belated. Equally sorry I missed the cake.Very nice flowers.
Are you kidding, everyone missed the cake, she ate the lot!
Thanks Oz, I was going to make a cake then I thought I'd buy one but when my family forgot it was my birthday, I gave up.Rh, I ate all the chocolates not the cake. I did think of making a pavlova as well but I just gave up.
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