I'm bored today. I just went to pick up Abby from her mates house. On the way there was some rap playing on the radio
"I'm feeling Randy
It'll be handy
If you pass me a Brandy"
What the fuck? Is the art of song making gone totally tits up?
I'm preparing my stomach for My mothers cooking... Lining it with milk of magnesia and meths.
My mother is the worlds worst cook.
Her idea of a well balanced meal when we were kids was a tin of Fray Bentos mince and onion and a Packet of Instant smash.
Top that off with a tin of Co-0p baked beans and you have a square meal.
No wonder I'm intellectually challenged.
Still rather perturbed by a thread on my mate Clarrie's site
A comment that starts 'Child Eating is a Lottery'... Has to be taken with a nice dollop of mustard.
Being forced to watch Nick TV this morning.... Would you like my child with Chips or Jacket?
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