Happy Bloomsday!
Damn, the whole thing almost passed me by. I was down at the beach, see, cracking one off behind a sand dune while spying on this really cute chick. OK, so she had a gammy leg but I'd have still done her.
Labels: books, james joyce
Damn, the whole thing almost passed me by. I was down at the beach, see, cracking one off behind a sand dune while spying on this really cute chick. OK, so she had a gammy leg but I'd have still done her.
Labels: books, james joyce
Two albums by The Fall I ordered arrived in the post today. The "bonus disc" on one of them didn't contain the bonus tracks at all but was a duplicate of the main album; the other one had a bloody great scratch on it.
The fried eggs I cooked for dinner didn't turn out very well either.
Bollocks.
One of them days, I guess.
Christ, what a crap blog this is.
When at work, instead of swearing when something goes wrong, I say something like "fiddle-sticks" or "flibberty-jibberts".
"Why do you say those silly things?" a colleague once asked.
"Because otherwise I'd say 'fucknuts' or 'cunting ball-sacks'."
She looked horrified.
"You see my point," I said.