When people say to me, Could you just give me your phone number? I just say to the, You can have my phone number for £15 per calendar month. That shuts the bastards up.
That's nothing. We had to get the doctor to put Ella's grandson on tranquillisers. He was ranting and raving about Stravinsky. He got himself into a terrible state cursing and swearing. I've never heard such language.
I know what you mean Shosty. My nephew DeWayne well list it man when his special started talking about Rimsky-Korsakov in the Day Center. He started swearing and kicking the crap out of the padding. His special told him to lean into it but DeWayne was eating.
There seems to be a plague of music and art related rage sweeping the world. My neighbours grandson came home from junior school last week and said he would kick Alfons Mucha's head in if he could get his hands on him. He's only 8. I blame the teachers.
Norma said she'd see me when i got back but I didn't know I was going anywhere so I started to ask around and it turns out her nibs and Alfie were thinking of going for the weekend but not a word about it to me and of course Norma picked it up wrong and thought I'd be going but of course I'm always the last to know anything and not a word did they say to ne but that's just typical of them. They wouldn't be where they are if I hadn't stepped in any paid the fines but of course we never hear a word about that now.
I would absolutely love to be in a cellar nightclub on London with Susanna York and both of us dancing the Twist to a jazzy version of Welcome To My World.
I always enjoyed spending a couple of weekends every year with the family at the Keith Chegwin Memorial Enterprise Hub in Market Rasen. The tombola evenings were legendary and we were all so thrilled to meet Keith a sing along to his favourite song, I Know Him So Well. Sometime Kim Wilde would put in an appearance, give a talk on growing kale and read out the bingo numbers. It was simple fun but no.less fun for being simple. "Holy Lush, Where's me Mush" as Keith used to shout out of the Armstrong Siddley as he and Kim drove off for a gourmet meal. Those were the good old days not these days, those. Thank you. See you.
I'm sickened by these skinny teenage shits who think there the dogs breakfast. Are they hell. They know NOTHING. So look at me. I'm hip and I'm leaning into things. Grow the f*Uckfield up you little shitbags.
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ReplyDeleteWhen people say to me, Could you just give me your phone number? I just say to the, You can have my phone number for £15 per calendar month. That shuts the bastards up.
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ReplyDeleteThat's nothing. We had to get the doctor to put Ella's grandson on tranquillisers. He was ranting and raving about Stravinsky. He got himself into a terrible state cursing and swearing. I've never heard such language.
DeleteI know what you mean Shosty. My nephew DeWayne well list it man when his special started talking about Rimsky-Korsakov in the Day Center. He started swearing and kicking the crap out of the padding. His special told him to lean into it but DeWayne was eating.
DeleteThere seems to be a plague of music and art related rage sweeping the world. My neighbours grandson came home from junior school last week and said he would kick Alfons Mucha's head in if he could get his hands on him. He's only 8. I blame the teachers.
DeleteBut a boys best friend is always his mother.
DeleteNorma said she'd see me when i got back but I didn't know I was going anywhere so I started to ask around and it turns out her nibs and Alfie were thinking of going for the weekend but not a word about it to me and of course Norma picked it up wrong and thought I'd be going but of course I'm always the last to know anything and not a word did they say to ne but that's just typical of them. They wouldn't be where they are if I hadn't stepped in any paid the fines but of course we never hear a word about that now.
ReplyDeleteI would absolutely love to be in a cellar nightclub on London with Susanna York and both of us dancing the Twist to a jazzy version of Welcome To My World.
DeleteThere is something very wrong with you people.
DeleteAway and merge some fruit. You and your lesbian drum bangers.
DeleteI always enjoyed spending a couple of weekends every year with the family at the Keith Chegwin Memorial Enterprise Hub in Market Rasen. The tombola evenings were legendary and we were all so thrilled to meet Keith a sing along to his favourite song, I Know Him So Well. Sometime Kim Wilde would put in an appearance, give a talk on growing kale and read out the bingo numbers. It was simple fun but no.less fun for being simple. "Holy Lush, Where's me Mush" as Keith used to shout out of the Armstrong Siddley as he and Kim drove off for a gourmet meal. Those were the good old days not these days, those. Thank you. See you.
DeleteI'm sickened by these skinny teenage shits who think there the dogs breakfast. Are they hell. They know NOTHING. So look at me. I'm hip and I'm leaning into things. Grow the f*Uckfield up you little shitbags.
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