here props to the clever person who took it.
that is all.
p.s. welcome home larcy.
p.p.s. good night.
p.p.s. i’m in a very happy place. if i continue to type any more on this topic i will get a phone call from anne to say “catherine, you do go on a bit…” yes, folks, it’s that bad, i mean good, i mean what was the question again? look over there, it’s a bunny. *g*
p.p.p.s. i just ran out of cigarettes. i could care less, seriously. 🙂
you: yes. it is a little like giving birth. inhale! and push!
me: oi. you forget. i’ve done that. this is more like burning old love letters. liberating but sad.
you: remind me to nominate you sometime for some really big award one day for being able to say things well.
me: wah. no thanks.
you: okay. well, will you do the eulogy then at my funeral?
me: only if i get to die first.
you: unfair. i look better in black lace.
me: *dies laughing*
‘blessed are the cracked, for it is they who let the light in’
😉
opi juan kanobbi.
you slay me.
entirely blasphemous, and clearly a result of your lack of sleep due to recent sprogging. congratulations my friend.
but, fuck, this is the snarky, rude and horribly out of line and offensive as fuck giggle I needed this morning.
thank you so so much. you lifted me right out of the shitter. 😛
As we spend this hallowed wednesday morning together, staring at our dusty screens and wondering when the toilet cubicle will be free so we may lay our tired, coffee soaked bodies upon the cold toilet floor and fondle ourselves… I have take it upon myself, to bring Joy and spread the word of Jesus, like a fine, rancid fishpaste with hairy stuff on the top.
So it must be, and so i shall don a white paper hat, around which i have coloured in purple trimming, the colour of the apostle of the testicle of Pete postwhaithe, and such shall be the sermon that your day shall lather thee with a soapy rinse that collects in the eyes. Hallelujah. and stuff.
For this day, truly a middle of the week day, I have chosen to focus on the topic of ….thankfullness. Can i hear a hell yeah!
Brothers and sisters, it may rain down on your life, some times, with thick blisters and thorns and blobs of brownish stuff that is only found on the inside of a neatly folded, yet soiled, panty liner, and yes, it may feel like the world is bearing down on you, but alas, we must not buckle under the stress and strain of it all, nay, for Jesus will shine through in splendid ways, maybe offering you a Kinderjoy at lunchtime or even a small token of appreciation like…. another kind of jamo biscuit at lunchtime….? For being able to withstand the rain of poop and really bad stuff you are going through, there may come a time when one needs to be rewarded with small and sugary confectioneries, and each of us in our lives, may go through this, but there is hope, there is a poop free day yonder, clean, unsoiled panty liners falling from the heavens like feathers, and people rolling around in them.
So we MUST give thanks, and whilst it feels like the hard and rigid cock of Peter is firmly up your ass right now, twitching, take solace in the fact that Jesus has placed it there for a reason, if you struggle and squirm, it only gets worse, so you must relax, and think of the time when you shall be free of this bulbous insert. Much like the family of four I splashed on the way to work this morning with dirty rain water, the puddle was vast and the opportunity to great to pass up, they would be wise to give thanks that i did not lose control of my vehicle and careen into the lot of them.
And thus endeth the days sermon my children.
Amen.
me: youre naming your cacti after the ghosties in pacman?
you: you are the only person to have picked that up