The heat wave continues unabated— I had to wait until the sun started going down to venture out of the house. I still made it to the bazaar in time, though, don’t you worry.
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It all started back with a little number called “Shout”…
Now this I can’t explain. I think maybe it could be about… er… no, I got nothin’.
So I guess I’m going to have to rethink that training plan of sitting completely still all day, since moving is physiologically essential, apparently.
This is something we actually have in our house— it’s so common in supermarkets that I’d pretty much forgotten it was funny. This is only the Extra Krep toilet paper; they also make Ultra Krep toilet paper, for the morning after those five-alarm spicy meals… go ahead and stick a roll in the freezer.
I just kept giggling like a school child at this one.
There are about a million copulation jokes here, but I’ll leave you to write your own.
Story: “once upon the time was a wonderful ummer wud f of flowers, oummer men the head so butteerflys two had a lot o work.” Got it? It’s almost Welsh in places.
I like swim, too, but generally I choose water more than a centimetre deep, and I put my whole body in. But to each her own.
If you want to see more of these, the bazaar archive is here, and don’t forget that the online bazaar shop is coming very very soon! I’m hoping to have it open this weekend. Stay tuned.
Rofl again.
“Got it? It’s almost Welsh in places.”
And there was me worrying people will think my poetry is crap. I wonder what they’d make of it at Ty Newydd?
Rofl again.
“Got it? It’s almost Welsh in places.”
And there was me worrying people will think my poetry is crap. I wonder what they’d make of it at Ty Newydd?