The weekend that was:
Left a rather forlorn BFG behind, having survived two weeks without ever reaching forward to yank the 3 inch whisker protruding from her chin, which was constantly trailing in her Baxter’s Mushroom Potage.
Very proud.
Had the first decent shower in weeks, sans little blue bucket.
Watched Borat and nearly burst a blood vessel or six.
Suffered severe neck trauma from watching an incredible fireworks display in Wimbledon park. Worth every hour spent at A&E.
Tip toed my way through the squalor that is Clapham. First and last time.
Had to be poured into several taxis. Not very proud. Almost back to A&E.
Finally accepted that ‘he’s just not that into me’. Eina.
06 November 2006
Jagshemash!
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Ooooh. That's harsh.
When you say ‘he’s just not that into me’, you're not talking about Borat are you??? :)
I thought she meant the BFG?
kyk: (forlorn sniff)
revolving credit: No no, Borat digs me plenty!
Nope, BFG loves me too.
OK, so who then and would you like us to give him a stern talking to?
Yay, i'm being looked after by 'my boys' - feelin all warm and fuzzy now :) A stern talking to and then a gentle rocket up his bum would be great. Just don't hurt him tho.
Problem is i can't remember if i told him about this blog when i was drunkenly reunited with the man a few months ago. Oh well, if i did and you're reading this... now you know.
Rocket up the bum shouldn't injure him too much, not like thats the part of him you're interested in using.
I think red lettuce or coriander up the bum might be a better option.
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