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.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
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Signs that it's Summer:
There are lots of pink flowers in the garden. I can wear shorts without shivering. The washing dries on the washing-line without the need for a visit to the tumble-dryer.
Signs that it's Summer:
Nice crotch shot.
ReplyDeleteI preferred the flowers
ReplyDeleteYou're meant to be looking at the shorts!
ReplyDeleteAnonymous, who are you?
it's me!
ReplyDeleteWho's "me"?
ReplyDeleteI think "me" is your crotch, offended that I was supposed to be looking at the shorts.
ReplyDeleteOh! Look at the crotch all you like then!
ReplyDeleteFine! I'll do that! You're not the boss of me!
ReplyDeleteYou've got to go where you want to go, do what you want to do...
ReplyDeleteMama Cass rocks!