
I was waiting for the kettle to boil, whilst looking out the window. Then, all of a sudden I had an ITCH. ON MY NOSE. So as I moved my hand up to scratch it I saw something in the corner of my eye and promptly jumped. Horror ensued as I realised it was my own hand. That I just moved, myself, to scratch my face.
I'M NOT QUITE THE SHARPEST SANDWICH IN THE PICNIC.
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Sat 15 Mar 2008, 8:22,
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I'M NOT QUITE THE SHARPEST SANDWICH IN THE PICNIC.