"Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?" said Piglet.
"Supposing it didn't?" said Pooh, after careful thought.
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Some of you will know that I like my privacy when ranting on about certain topics. As Blogger doesn't have the facility for passworded posts, you will find them here.
Moran quotes
Don't clap, I'm not a fucking jazz band.
What's going on? What do we do now? DONT FUCK ANYONE; YOU'LL DIE! Never mind, here comes MC Hammer.
Vodka is a very deceptive drink, because you drink it and you say: "Why are we drinking this? This is nothing, it has no smell, no taste! Why are we- W-what are we doing on a traffic island?"
You, you and you, fuck off, we're having tiffin.
And it went, erm, "Funk soul brother... right about now... yeah... it's the, it's the funk soul brother... check it out. It's, er, well... it's the funk soul brother, essentially. He's coming. He's coming at you. It's the, well... it's the funk soul brother." And after a while, I began to penetrate the meaning of this song. I gathered that somebody was about to arrive, and everybody else was terribly excited. Maybe he was bringing cake or something. But the thing was, you see, he wasn't there yet. Haha, that was the hook. I'm not saying it's a bad song, you know? I just think that you get a broom, dip it in some brake fluid, shove the other end up my arse, stick me on a trampoline, in a moving lift, and I would write a better song on the walls.
What's going on? What do we do now? DONT FUCK ANYONE; YOU'LL DIE! Never mind, here comes MC Hammer.
Vodka is a very deceptive drink, because you drink it and you say: "Why are we drinking this? This is nothing, it has no smell, no taste! Why are we- W-what are we doing on a traffic island?"
You, you and you, fuck off, we're having tiffin.
And it went, erm, "Funk soul brother... right about now... yeah... it's the, it's the funk soul brother... check it out. It's, er, well... it's the funk soul brother, essentially. He's coming. He's coming at you. It's the, well... it's the funk soul brother." And after a while, I began to penetrate the meaning of this song. I gathered that somebody was about to arrive, and everybody else was terribly excited. Maybe he was bringing cake or something. But the thing was, you see, he wasn't there yet. Haha, that was the hook. I'm not saying it's a bad song, you know? I just think that you get a broom, dip it in some brake fluid, shove the other end up my arse, stick me on a trampoline, in a moving lift, and I would write a better song on the walls.
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7 comments:
wise words - call them
good luck babe... remember we're all here for you no matter what the outcome. Big hugs xxxx
The news will come whether you phone them all not. A little like "field of dreams" without all the baseball players. But if you do call, you can prepare yourself; I mean I know you've undoubtedly run over the answers they could give in your head more times that I could count. But you can compose yourself, and be ready; And maybe the news is good?
So this is your red pill, blue pill moment. Do you go on and ignore it all and hope it goes away, or do you deal with it?
Always your decision; whatever you decide. But deciding not to call won't stop the answers from coming.
When they do come, I'll be there for you, as will all your friends to help and support in any way you want us to.
hugs tight
X
Today is the 13th. Nothing good ever happened on the 13th of a month. I'm at work. I can't be doing this today.
I'll do it on Monday. I am off work on Monday.
I got offered my first job on Friday the 13th which led to me being where I am today...
...hmm... is that a good result or a bad one :) ? (I'm kidding, it was a good thing; as much as I moan and bitch, I love where I work)
Anyway - always do what is comfortable for yourself. And I understand not wanting to call while at work; I'm not sure I'd want to if I was expecting bad news.
hugs very tight
hang on in there
X
You get our support, love and encouragement no matter what you decide. x
I thought "make like Nike and just do it" were very wise words but this is your body, your news, your decision as to when to find out. Hugs x x x x x
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