
Who comes to the rescue?
None of them.
Are you tripping?
You're on your own! None of them exist!
The daily adventures of a fabulous poof in an emotional jungle. Watch as imagination, fact and fiction blur into an insane life dependent on outrageousness and an occasional venomous jibe.
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Father Christmas doesn't exist?
*sob*
Sadly not.
I wasn't blogging at Christmas, so I feel now is the right time to tell my vile Christmas joke. And it is vile. Look away now if you're likely to be offended.
A little girl goes to see Father Christmas.
"Hello, little girl," says Santa. "What would you like for Christmas?"
"Oh, Santa," says the wee girl, "can I have some hair around my vagina?"
Santa replies, "Will a little white beard do?"
hahahahaha nice, very nice... I shall tell my other half that one :D She'll appreciate it, as she is as horrible as I am!
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