REALISM CREEPS IN AS FRIDAY FEELINGS SUCK UNTO MONDAY
" But suddenly a new cry arose : Bread, Bread, Bread ! ... The dogs alone replied by barking ferociously... with open jaws.... ...."
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
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17 comments:
This is quite a week you're having, Zola my old. Do take good care and keep a watchful eye out as the weekend approaches.
Thanks Trousers for kind thoughts.
BTW : stray cat is back. We now have a special box for it with an old duvet for warmth. This scraggy old moggy also has his own dishes for the food.
I predict that this stray will be the new George Orwell.
Can I take me 20%?
Zola do you write to spin the dithering of PM Brown?
Are you still able to best the beast?
'Are you still able to best the beast?'
.
No, but I bet he is still able to beast the best.
That cat obviously knows a good home when he sees it. Bet he won't let you clean his teeth every day and syringe his ears out twice a week like ours does, though.
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Let them eat golden broon shortbread.
Were all going on a mortgage holiday.
No more working for a year or two.
Fun and laughter on a mortgage holiday.
No more worries for me and you.
For a year or two.
One of my pals shagged the said singer and told me he was 'hairy as a monkey'.
And not a great ride, either.
Sorry, Anti, I told you that story last year.
Methinks that all you lot out there are about as confused as I am.
But I like that.
"One of my pals shagged the said singer"
M or F?
Male pal, of course.
I meant, Immac, did the friend of yours shag you know who on a Monday or Friday.
Oh my God? Your friend is male? Just what can of worms have I opened?
BTW - I see, from my copy of the Mail on Sunday, that the state now wants to know all about our sex lives. How very disgusting. I hope The Mail starts a campaign against this. I would, however, first like it to get to the bottom of this F1 boss. How very dare he head-up a clean, fair, morally responsible sport enjoyed by old and young alike and get up to all that stuff - no pit stops needed. Apparently. We must know more.
If the State wants to know about my sex life they will need to get far bigger servers.
Simple.
My dalliances are all logged on my old BBC Micro Acorn.
Anon : Have you ever thought of using an enlarging pump?
Damn it when I think of something to write after this lot I will gladly escape into other themes.
And there were me thinking about aving a good easy Monday.
Zo-zo, you asked me what is on the menu. No pies.
Tomorrow, I go to my Aunt's funeral.
Either this is a horrible anus for me or the end of the shite, for a while.
Nonetheless, I will be here to keep you in order over the next few days.
Take care.
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