The Bacon Ashtray
Wednesday, 23 July 2014
Hot pocket.
I gave myself a hot pocket earlier. How so? Well, I had a battery in
with some coins. The connection was made and the money heated up. Idiot.
Imagine....
Imagine Bruce Forsyth's skull on a turntable. Wig on...grinning...revolving. You're a sicko!
Bin and gone...
I wonder why that man who, it must be said, smells like a bin chose to sit next to me? I smell nice and he smells of bin juice and banana skins.
What's the time, Buzz?
I reckon that Lunar jetlag must have been a real bastard. It always seemed to be night time so when do you give in and go to bed?
Rocked around....
1 2 3 O'Clock, 4 O'Clock, rock. 5 6 7 O'Clock, 8 O'Clock, dinner. 9 10 11 O'Clock, 12 O'Clock, bed.
That's my day sorted.
That's my day sorted.
Coffee time........
Instant
coffee...the drink that lasts for 0.00% of a second and occupies no
cup. The perfect accompaniment to a delightful plate of impossible
fancies. Brought to you by "Tangential Snax PLC" : Irritating the peckish
since 1812.
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