T'will not snow tomorrow. It never does. I could probably compose a short poem about this. Or I could just swear my tits off.
I have just watched series 1 & 2 of the Mighty Boooooosh...
Yes mate. It is as cold as the arctic tundra. And I would like some soup, soup, a tasty soup... And Noel Fielding is hot. Very much so. Mm hot. Hot Calum hot? Oh baby.
Bye my darlinks.
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Wednesday, 2 January 2008
Snow (part 2)
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