
*raises hand as if to ruffle KW's hair*
*checks watch extravagantly instead*
I'm alright mate - you?
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Fri 9 Mar 2007, 9:30,
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*checks watch extravagantly instead*
I'm alright mate - you?

*checks for tufts*
Not too bad. I get to go at 2:30 which is pretty sweet
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Fri 9 Mar 2007, 9:32,
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Not too bad. I get to go at 2:30 which is pretty sweet

The only thing today is missing is Lego. Then I'd be smiles and sunshine!
*edit* You know? I might actually go and buy some lego in my lunch break. That'd be so cool.
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Fri 9 Mar 2007, 9:39,
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*edit* You know? I might actually go and buy some lego in my lunch break. That'd be so cool.


In a bid to drive "size zero" models off the catwalks of Britain, Anne Widdecombe struts confidently into the Houses of Parliament wearing nothing but a pair of strapless red high heels. In one hand she's clutching a huge pink dildo to represent the phallic hierarchy that has created the situation, in the other she has a large bottle of Astroglide, to ease its passage into Tony Blair's fundament. Tony, meanwhile, has crapped his pants and the smell has attracted Ruth Kelly, who is rummaging around in his undercrackers and flinging handfuls of the stuff at Anne, chimp-style. Some of it hits and sticks, some of it misses and sprays the back benches.
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