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.
OMFG hen...... quick, change the locks!Sir Cliff and Andy Warhol have broken into your house and are pouring the contents of their colostomy bags into jars in your kitchen!They also appear to be boiling their own shit in your best soup pan.... vile little buggers.... call the Polis!!!!!
You little bitch!
Wow! That's a strong one! But entirely right though! Yeah!
I love that! I so laughed.I have a friend and a family member that both have to use the handicapped space and it drives me insane, insane I say, when able bodied people park in those spots.
uuuum. how do I tell everyone that I put the previous comment in the wrong section? It was supposed to be in the Marmalade bit (see above), where Ina looks like he's doing the time warp over a hot pan of shit whilst singing "Who's thata knockin' at the Green Door?", and Minge looks like a scary Andy Warhol who's worried that Tracy Emin is about to steal his saucepan of faeces and decorate her new bed with it.Oops. No offence to disabled or blind people reading this. Or marmalade fans.Cheerio.
Alan!You're a little bitch!
JAG - What I hate is disabled people parking in a disabled parking space just so they can sit in their car and read the paper or have a kip. Do they not know why these places exist? I once asked a sleeping man in a car to move from his disabled space (having already asked if he was waiting for a disabled passenger). Mum needed the PO. He told me to fuck right off.What a cunt.
Yup.People like that are asses, erm, arses.
Yikes. Very strong, but it has to be done!
Let's all point at the Salty Sailor and laugh.
Na na na na na!
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