Las Vegas does strange things to your head
When I went there recently I didn't gamble, but bought a load of swearing toy parrots as gifts for my family.

WTF was I thinking of? We had to smuggle them onto the plane home under the dirty washing, they screamed 'Hey you! Go fuck yourself!' every time the cases got knocked and now they're sitting beside my telly, sneering at me, knowing I'm too chicken to hand them over to my uptight folks.

I can only ask myself, what was wrong with a nice fridge magnet?
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 23 May 2009, 13:11, Reply)