Life is too short to hold a grudge
Slash some tyres and call it even
Hmm, I got "college." I absolutely must increase exponentially the ratio of polysyllabics.
Ergh...my brain hurts, mummy, turn the sun off and pass the Rolf Harris records over :P
Does that mean your readers are all geniuses? ALL of them? I've never been called a genius. Although I have been called many other things............
this is Ann oDyne using Pants login to advise that WE have blogged on the birds in Lorne so please visit
At least it wasn't pre-school Phil. I think you have to be a genius to unscramble my ramblings.Jayne, Rolf Harris? Have another bex and another lie down and he too will pass.River, only the top 1% can read this blog. We're so good Mensa is below us.Well about time you got back into the swing Annie O. I'm sick of coming by just to use your blogroll.
I always use Lord Sedgwicks blogroll because he has that 'new eggs' thing, but now Blogger has the Blogs I Follow thingy and I am working on that so I don't have to visit There Aint No Sanity Clause (curtseys vice-regally and runs away)
Geniuses all (sigh)and modest as well
You haven't told me what this new bloggy thing is and I also visit his Lordship for the latest in eggs.Middle child, I hope you're feeling better now Mr.Nasty has departed.
"I also visit his Lordship for the latest in eggs."Don't fell too clucky, Ms Leg Coppington.I lost my capacity to excite them thar there girliy googies a while ago.Mind you I'm quite happy unilaterally exciting meself. I blame Bert Wainer ... not really, despite being a smoker of Fleetwood proportions ... he was - in the 60s and 70S - a bit of a trailblazer.Bet he would have has a ball (well he had 2 of mine in his "never to be cycled bin") dealing with those "clusterfuck of moral crusaders."
"never to be REcycled bin" that should have been. (I blame the container load of single malt Bombay Sapphire that our Lady of Copper recemerently deliverified to Chateau Sedgwick.)
I've just noticed that Your Lordship, put it back. It's something to read when you're off drunk or leachering.
'We were unable to check the URL you entered.'That wasn't much fun.
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