Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
LIFE IMITATES ART
SEDGWIIIIIIICK! You're a dead man walking if you don't get your skinny aristocratness down here and remove the spycam from my bathroom.
By the time I'd commented on the previous post, the picture had FINALLY loaded, so now, of course, I DO know what you look like. I still say admit to 35.
Had to enlarge that one to see what His Lordship is wrestling with. And I very much want to see the next frame.
(Its a crocodile (of course?))
Trust you have had a wonderful day J, and that you win Powerball tonight.
New moon tomorrow with eclipse. It is the season apparently. Life will never be the same, but ain't that always so. I think that is a good thing.
. . . .As I was saying to a Brownie. You don't act like a sixty year old. And I'm with Fleetwood on the lying 'tuther way. I tell everyone I'm seventy five--or I would. . .
Caroline, a small win of anything would do me. Apparently my new life comes with the eclipse in two weeks but I didn't want to take the chance on missing a win on this eclipse. As for acting my age, never going to happen.
To quote Joe Merrick, "I am not a reptile! I'm a humid being!"
It's an underage womba ... oops, don't think I should have said that.
Mind you, my mate Pell said it was OK. Trot out two hail Marys and it never happened.
All academic anyhow, I have the Powerball ticket from heaven right here in my hot little hand, and given I'm not ungenerous I'll send you a $1 scratchy with part of my Div 1 prize.
10 comments:
By the time I'd commented on the previous post, the picture had FINALLY loaded, so now, of course, I DO know what you look like. I still say admit to 35.
Had to enlarge that one to see what His Lordship is wrestling with. And I very much want to see the next frame.
(Its a crocodile (of course?))
Trust you have had a wonderful day J, and that you win Powerball tonight.
New moon tomorrow with eclipse. It is the season apparently. Life will never be the same, but ain't that always so. I think that is a good thing.
. . . .As I was saying to a Brownie. You don't act like a sixty year old. And I'm with Fleetwood on the lying 'tuther way. I tell everyone I'm seventy five--or I would. . .
Caroline, a small win of anything would do me. Apparently my new life comes with the eclipse in two weeks but I didn't want to take the chance on missing a win on this eclipse.
As for acting my age, never going to happen.
Caroline, I believe it's an underage wombat, M'lord has form for that kind of behaviour.
Rubbish!
To quote Joe Merrick, "I am not a reptile! I'm a humid being!"
It's an underage womba ... oops, don't think I should have said that.
Mind you, my mate Pell said it was OK. Trot out two hail Marys and it never happened.
All academic anyhow, I have the Powerball ticket from heaven right here in my hot little hand, and given I'm not ungenerous I'll send you a $1 scratchy with part of my Div 1 prize.
LMFAO
I nearly had the winning ticket.
I had all the numbers and the powerball, just not on the same line. Bugger, poor again.
So you bought the same ticket as I did.
Oh well, back to the drawing board ... and the bathroom spycam. (Series One: "Lather in the Dark" now available at JB HiFi.)
Hope you had the heater on while you posed for the artist - must have been chilly...
Therese, the blubber should keep me warm or the perve in the tub.
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