I am the happiest on my own…food and tv and peace………R 30;…au revoir
Ello, I am pretty much a recluse so my horrible girlfriend keeps telling me. She thinks it is pretty...
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Thursday, August 30th, 2007I’m not ready to say anything yet. The words are deep within.
For now.
So I’m changing the rules temporarily.
Here’s a pencil:
And some paper:
Go ahead. Say something. Anything.
Yes, you.
Write a poem. Tell a story.
Be rude.
Tell a lie.
Declare your dreams.
Link to a pic if you like.
Talk amongst yourselves.
I’ll be back
soon.
1:47 am on 31-Aug-07
She stood on the bridge at midnight,
Her nerves were all a-quiver.
She gave a cough, her leg fell off
And floated down the river.
4:27 pm on 31-Aug-07
Well, I did think of a limerick but it’s a very rude one, so I’ll desist and resist the urge.
You know the one, of course, about the young man from Nantucket…
1:13 am on 1-Sep-07
No, but I do know one about A rather odd vicar from Buckingham
2:22 pm on 1-Sep-07
Delusional Janie had made some calls
To her ex in Niagara Falls
She pleaded and pleaded
But he just retreated
Because it turned out she had balls
4:13 pm on 2-Sep-07
Oh, you guys! Please stop now, I’ve had enough of the bawdy limericks.
That said, you’ve just reminded me of the sea shanty we used to sing in my (Catholic) primary school: What do we do with the drunken sailor?