Skippy and Ermentrude have, for the last 10 minutes, been discussing the toilet habits of their pets. Loudly.
Nice.
Why do I have share oxygen with these morons?
Friday, 5 September 2008
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Tuesday, 2 September 2008
How to...
...doom your offspring.
Skippy's parents already have their eye on a pony for the 4 month foetus she is currently carrying. Knowing it's mother as I do, and anticipating the grandparental spoiling that the pony appears to signify, I am prepared to state now, that there is No Hope for the child.
It will be Awful.
Skippy's parents already have their eye on a pony for the 4 month foetus she is currently carrying. Knowing it's mother as I do, and anticipating the grandparental spoiling that the pony appears to signify, I am prepared to state now, that there is No Hope for the child.
It will be Awful.
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How to...
Monday, 1 September 2008
Hills
Walking through the fog on top of a hill, knowing there is a cliff yards from my feet felt strangely familiar. I could feel the space, but not see it.
Muffled in drops of water that were not quite falling from the clouds I watched silent birds emerge, first as shadows, then solid and flapping.
Muffled in drops of water that were not quite falling from the clouds I watched silent birds emerge, first as shadows, then solid and flapping.
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