firstmickey said:
and In case Sid shows up later.....HI SID!!!!!!!!!
HIHIHI!!!! Yet another nice and pretty person. YOU, firstmickey. You are nice and pretty. Thanks oh so for the shout out. And moreover, for acknowledging (and accepting) my batgirl(ish) nature.
And to all others (this is, of course, not exclusive of the nice and pretty firstmickey):
I used to have a pho-to of my mangled post-op foot. There are a few Sidbones in the trash of a nearby surgical center. Yum. Alas, said pho-to no longer exists. I think. Lucky for you.
And as a child of the ghet-to, I used to enjoy the pork rinds. And chit'lins. Then I learned to read. I think I'm still digesting some of that crap 25 years later.
Why I have a philosophical issue with pig innards but not with raw fish is beyond me. Curious, that.
And to those who care. I spoke to Brit Coffee Delivery Man. For awhile. He offered to pick my mum up from the airport tomorrow afternoon.
Swoon. Sigh. Sob.
Forgive me. I'm given to alliteration whilst posting from the Batcave.
And we're now referring to Chappy as "Spappy". Or at least I am. Because.
Ed. You looked nice today.
And now your almostfriday treat. This is from the BBC's THE OFFICE series. If it's out of context, you may not find it as hysterically hilarious as I do. So you'll have to trust me. And listen to the lyrics closely. They make no sense. Therefore, via transitive property, they are absolutely genius. GENIUS, I say.
All things British.
FREE LOVE FREEWAY
SKOAL!
Sid