Hey, bad spelling is popular around here!
I popped into confession at our local church today. The priest on duty told me to fuck off. I thought of Rob. I was going to ring Peter, but then I remembered that he is probably still too pissed to make much sense.
Hey, no comments on my last post, except from me. Peter found time to comment on Robert's latest post. He didn't have time to visit my blog. To be fair, maybe he dropped his phone in the bath again.
I think I'll give posting a rest tomorrow.
I'll leave Robert and Peter to read each other's blogs.
Go sin the fuck boys and don't worry, boys. Priests don't really give a shit.
See you sometime soon; perhaps.
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"Here am I, little jumping Joan;
When nobody’s with me,
I’m always alone."
11 was a racehorse,
22 was 12.
1111 race 1 day and
22112.
Don’t forget to take your meds.
76 trombones led the big parade,
With 110 cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows,
Of the finest virtuosos,
The cream of every famous band.
76 trombones with 110 cornets right behind.
There were over 1,000 reeds,
Springing up like weeds,
There were horns of every shape & size.
Mmm … too late.
As God said to Moses, "Don't forget to take the tablets."
OK, you’re a man of your word (whatever that is- ‘discombobulate’ is a good one) and won’t be posting today. Robert will be disappointed.
What a word!
Yes. While Robert doesn't use the word (hell, imagine how he'd spell it) he does manage to discombobulate readers.
You should rest up (or sideways - your choice) as I found another bass bagging site that can fill-in for you when you're in a snit:
https://www.basschat.co.uk
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