Some people call me crazy.
I prefer the term, happy with a twist.
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.
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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