You know - a couple of months ago I sat bolt upright in bed, fast asleep, in the middle of the night.I started patting the bed all around me, and, on finding the source of my concern, cried fearfully 'WHAT'S THAT?!'
Mrs Vagabond looked and calmly said 'Vagabond, that's your knee.'
'Oh right.' I said, satisfied, and went back to sleep.
(Mrs Vagabond looked and calmly said 'Vagabond, that's your knee.'
'Oh right.' I said, satisfied, and went back to sleep.
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Tue 2 Dec 2008, 13:21,
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