hip hip boo
I’m feeling so much better than I was yesterday; this was largely down to my drinking about 3 litres of water during the course of the day and not over doing it yesterday evening. I mean, even I questioned meeting Frank for a couple of pints, but I did and returned home to abstinence, food and a book before retiring at midnight.
The weekend is lovely and shapeless, a few markers are in position but largely it’s all mine to relax and indulge in doing as little as possible save a spot of writing, maybe, and some bike racing on Sunday, for certain.
But all is not hunky dory in Chez Piqued, I got fucking busted for the bill of my Home Information Pack (HIP) to the tune of 450 odd quid, despite my flat being off the fucking market. And there is nothing I can do about it save point at the receipt with my mouth open and closing like Shannon’s mums legs and scream ‘what?! WHAT?!’ like I’ve just been accused of faking the abduction of my child for fiscal gain, I mean who’d ever do that? Whilst it’s a travesty I just have to shut up and pay it, nothing I can do. Fucknuts.
Still, it’s a lovely day and the weekend is inevitable, business isn’t too bad at the moment and I’m not as worried about the potential damage I may have done to my insides through years of abuse. Transpires that the reason I was getting the odd disgruntled ache was due to my not drinking enough water, something I should’ve resolved after a rice krispie sized kidney stone shaped like an explosion scraped it’s way through millimetre thin tubes resulting in my being hospitalised for 3 days following much screaming 8 years afore.
I fancy a pint tonight to celebrate my medical breakthrough.
For some reason I remembered today’s youtube offing as I was waking up, no idea why but seems rude not to post it. Of course it comes after the (edited) Friday list and my sincere desire to wish all of you cheery weekends, wherever you are and what ever your circumstances (unless you’re one of the people that arrive on here looking for something not only illegal but depraved over and above de Sade, I wish you perpetual genital agony).
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April 11, 2008 at 10:08 am
£450? Disgusting! They’ve robbed you blind, my old friend. You should make a complaint.
Have a great weekend, mate. You deserve it.
April 11, 2008 at 10:44 am
Yes, thanks, my old pal…
April 11, 2008 at 11:02 am
You’re welcome, mate. Anytime.
April 11, 2008 at 11:13 am
Much appreciated, friend
April 11, 2008 at 11:18 am
Hey, don’t worry about it. No thanks needed, chum.
April 11, 2008 at 11:22 am
Hotels in London are a bit dear aren’t they? Cor, the prices! Eh?
April 11, 2008 at 11:25 am
Yes, they can be rather expensive, not that I’ve stayed in a london hotel I’ll have you know. Mate
April 11, 2008 at 11:26 am
How much are we looking at?
get yourself a motherfucking travelodge ticket, you glorious shitbag, mate.
April 11, 2008 at 11:27 am
They’re a bit steep. I’ve been looking around, see? What with coming down there soon for Swineshead’s latest foolish project. I thought I’d just mention to you how expensive they are. In passing.
Me old mucker.
April 11, 2008 at 11:28 am
Fuck off, Swineshead. Keep your nose out.
April 11, 2008 at 4:39 pm
I kinda like a rant at the fucking authorities too.
http://markgorman.wordpress.com/2008/04/11/i-am-posting-this-correspondance-here-as-an-act-of-goodwill/