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Fri 24th Nov 2000, 16:50 link |
| It's Friday... It's ten to five... It's so nearly the weekend I can smell it like a fat guy who hasn't washed for a week after lying in a tub of fish for a fortnight with a skunk called Sebastian.
No particular plans for the weekend as trés skint at the moment. Might think up something incredibly deep over the weekend which will solve all humanity's questions about life, the universe and everything. Or might watch some videos and eat lots of cake. Mmmmm, mmmmm. Wonder which I shall do...
Am using the phrase 'mmmm, mmmm' (or a variation upon it) far too much at the moment and am trying to justify it by saying it is the mentally equivalent of spooling. If I had bigger boobs (tm), I wouldn't have to justify anything, ever.
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