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Friday, 26 June 2009
Quick! White Rabbit, White Rabbit, White Rabbit!
I've just realised that I had 13 posts on my blog and that's unlucky. So I've had to add this one quickly just to counter any lurking evil spirits - particularly because I've got to look in the mirror in a minute and that's unlucky enough as it is.
Will, tell him to f**k off! That happens to me constantly, and I don't know how they get into the house. Weev, thirteen isn't unlucky, not for a witch at any rate. After a passenger jet flew into my last house, I was saved by thirteen rescue workers - how lucky is that? House blew up though....
Sad, ditsy old fart. Completely Barmy - Yes, I am dumber than a box of dandruff; my belt doesn't go through all the loops; the cheese slid off my cracker; the wheel is spinning but the Hamster's dead. I am living proof that evolution CAN work backwards. AND I have multiplied (Mwahahaha!) - 3 children, 3 grand-children, Pickled bunion, moustache, and a pickled egg (no - sorry - I ate that one - s'pose I'll have to lay another now).
For further details, please fax me, but don't forget to affix a stamp.
Was female last time I looked (but it wasn't nice, so I looked away again).
I won! I won! I won! I won! ... And I'm not even posh! Thanks to the Trebollocks Literary Council who made this award for my services to education in the subject of dickie car-dealers and public health officials.
FABULOUS BLOG AWARD
Thanks to Professor A.B. Yaffle Esq. who recognised my undoubted achievements not as a poet of any wit, but for the widely known fact that I am a fully fledged nutter.
Freakin Fabulous Blog Award
With many thanks to Clare (aka Daisy Darling) for not noticing that my shirt isn't always tucked in
Know what you mean about the mirror: I need a new one, because every time I look into the one I've got, some ugly old b****d looks back at me!
ReplyDeleteWill, tell him to f**k off! That happens to me constantly, and I don't know how they get into the house.
ReplyDeleteWeev, thirteen isn't unlucky, not for a witch at any rate. After a passenger jet flew into my last house, I was saved by thirteen rescue workers - how lucky is that? House blew up though....
Will! That is FREAKY! We've got EXACTLY the same mirrors!
ReplyDeleteIt's a pandemic!!!! I've got them all over the house! It got even worse when I'd had my cataracts done.
ReplyDeleteQuick, Mum - you'll have to go and ask if they can put them back in again for you!
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