Jober as a sudge
And that's all I have to say on the matter.
Oh, wait. You really are my beshtest friend.
Yeah, you.
Whatever your name is.
Shit, come to think of it, what's my name?
Saturday, May 5
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Bitchy Blookshelf
May I?
Like a pensioner on laxatives, it may not be merry but it will be regular
Trophy Cabinet
I've earned this one twice!
Shameless pimping
Bitch-free book
Shaggy Blog Stories: a collection of amusing tales from the UK blogosphere.
2 comments:
Mate, I read that title as sober as a judge! Guess I haven't sobered up yet either (well, drinking the left over wine from last night - anything to cope with a 9 year olds birthday party after 3 hours sleep!)
Proof, if proof were needed, that breathalysers should come as standard on all computers.
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