Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Remnants of Lost Love
It's Oh So Quiet
Normally when I go quiet on here for a while, it's for a couple of reasons: I've started a relationship with someone and I've no time to brush my teeth, let alone think about writing something, or I'm content! Recently it's been the latter. I had a glitch, I got a little blue and felt rather alone and then I got over it, picked my self up and dusted myself off. Am now so ridiculously happy and content, it's scary. (Other than my little over dramatical outburst related to money last week, that is).
When I'm content I've not the energy to write my rants down, due to being to blissed out. I do rant (don't get me wrong) but it's all verbal, like most of my brain sick. So here are a few rosy sentences about stuff...
My house currently has about two gallons of jelly in it. Chips' girlfriend (The divine Miss Katie) finally called him on his quote of "if someone gave me a vat of jelly, I'd have to put my face in it", well it was his birthday. It took two manly men to carry it in to our house and three weedy girls to struggle it in to my car. It's amazing. Tastes so good and looks incredible. It's just, other than jelly wrestling, what do you do with gallons of jelly with fruit in it?
My job at the party was decorating committee. We borrowed a gazebo from Mr Mole, hooked up fairy lights inside it, placed tea cup candles everywhere and pulled part of the sofa outside to sit in it. It seemed rather popular with the guests. We also changed the photos in our toilet around, so Chips featured in all of them, this made most guests laugh. But did make one guest vom in our sink, which is the littlest sink in the world! Brilliant night all in all though, Chips felt like a king and everyone had fun. We partied for a good 13 hours and drank the entire fridge of booze.
People truly amaze me. On Monday I was sat in rush hour traffic at some lights. We sat there for about 5-10 minutes and I finally decided to go the long way home, I hate sitting in traffic. I got in the other lane and realised that a lady had broken down at the lights and was unable to move, her hazard lights weren't working either. So I did what I'd expect someone to have already done, I pulled over and asked if she needed any help. She said she'd called someone and they'd be there in an hour. So I suggested that we pushed her car on to the kerb, therefore allowing the traffic to flow.
She looked pretty puzzled by this. I explained that if we had a couple other people help us, we could push it while she steered. At which point a nice man, tattooed from head to foot, offered help, as did the man in the car behind her. We succeeded and the traffic continued to flow. I thanked the men and carried on my way. Why oh why it took 10 minutes and me to ask, is beyond me, what if she didn't have a phone or was having some form of medical issue?
I was told the other day that when the next monarch comes in to power, that the head on the coins will change direction. Yet the notes and stamps will stay the same, facing to the left. At which point does the Mint start printing the new coins? Do they keep constantly updated profile cuts of the next monarch on file (I mean, the next monarch is going to be incredible busy around the time of their parents death and their own coronation etc). What happens if the next monarch doesn't want to face left?
The other day I received a package from a friend in LA who works for a material company. She had sent me some cuts of the material I'd asked for. This made my day and week, as it was just after my extremely theatrical outburst.
Simone made my whole week in fact. I've been pondering about what to make with them and I think I've finally decided.
There is this awesome circus material and I originally thought kitchen curtains would be genius but have since decided that a cropped jacket, is the way to go. Am now on the hunt for the perfect pattern. It'll be so so adorable.
Still completely unsure what to make with the rest of them though?
On another note, Simone is Australian but lives in LA and has never heard of, or tasted Salad Cream - I shall rectify this on her next visit to Blighty.
On a similar note of sewing, I used my overlocker yesterday and made adorable English bunting out of numerous pink/flowery materials. I've also ordered some cushion inserts to make some huge cushions. All these things are going towards Nina's birthday party. Which is my next decorating committee project.
When I'm content I've not the energy to write my rants down, due to being to blissed out. I do rant (don't get me wrong) but it's all verbal, like most of my brain sick. So here are a few rosy sentences about stuff...
My house currently has about two gallons of jelly in it. Chips' girlfriend (The divine Miss Katie) finally called him on his quote of "if someone gave me a vat of jelly, I'd have to put my face in it", well it was his birthday. It took two manly men to carry it in to our house and three weedy girls to struggle it in to my car. It's amazing. Tastes so good and looks incredible. It's just, other than jelly wrestling, what do you do with gallons of jelly with fruit in it?
My job at the party was decorating committee. We borrowed a gazebo from Mr Mole, hooked up fairy lights inside it, placed tea cup candles everywhere and pulled part of the sofa outside to sit in it. It seemed rather popular with the guests. We also changed the photos in our toilet around, so Chips featured in all of them, this made most guests laugh. But did make one guest vom in our sink, which is the littlest sink in the world! Brilliant night all in all though, Chips felt like a king and everyone had fun. We partied for a good 13 hours and drank the entire fridge of booze.
People truly amaze me. On Monday I was sat in rush hour traffic at some lights. We sat there for about 5-10 minutes and I finally decided to go the long way home, I hate sitting in traffic. I got in the other lane and realised that a lady had broken down at the lights and was unable to move, her hazard lights weren't working either. So I did what I'd expect someone to have already done, I pulled over and asked if she needed any help. She said she'd called someone and they'd be there in an hour. So I suggested that we pushed her car on to the kerb, therefore allowing the traffic to flow.
She looked pretty puzzled by this. I explained that if we had a couple other people help us, we could push it while she steered. At which point a nice man, tattooed from head to foot, offered help, as did the man in the car behind her. We succeeded and the traffic continued to flow. I thanked the men and carried on my way. Why oh why it took 10 minutes and me to ask, is beyond me, what if she didn't have a phone or was having some form of medical issue?
I was told the other day that when the next monarch comes in to power, that the head on the coins will change direction. Yet the notes and stamps will stay the same, facing to the left. At which point does the Mint start printing the new coins? Do they keep constantly updated profile cuts of the next monarch on file (I mean, the next monarch is going to be incredible busy around the time of their parents death and their own coronation etc). What happens if the next monarch doesn't want to face left?
The other day I received a package from a friend in LA who works for a material company. She had sent me some cuts of the material I'd asked for. This made my day and week, as it was just after my extremely theatrical outburst.
Simone made my whole week in fact. I've been pondering about what to make with them and I think I've finally decided.
There is this awesome circus material and I originally thought kitchen curtains would be genius but have since decided that a cropped jacket, is the way to go. Am now on the hunt for the perfect pattern. It'll be so so adorable.Still completely unsure what to make with the rest of them though?
On another note, Simone is Australian but lives in LA and has never heard of, or tasted Salad Cream - I shall rectify this on her next visit to Blighty.
On a similar note of sewing, I used my overlocker yesterday and made adorable English bunting out of numerous pink/flowery materials. I've also ordered some cushion inserts to make some huge cushions. All these things are going towards Nina's birthday party. Which is my next decorating committee project.
Friday, June 05, 2009
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Road Clearers
I've turned in to one of these people. You know the type of people who stop and get out of their car and move items from the middle of the road - this is me!
I used to only keep this sort of behaviour to the village I grew up in. But now, oh deary me, it's spread. I'm constantly stopping (only if it's safe) to remove items from the road. In the last month, I've moved numerous rolling bins and recycling bins and the other day, I picked up a hitch-hiker!!! ?
He was a car delivery guy and I always see them and they look so sad, just waiting or walking down the side of the road and he was quite old. Picture the scene, I'm on my way to work, it's about 1.30pm. Hit the Oxford ringroad and on a piece of duel carriageway is an old chap holding out a little sign. Needless to say, his actions were dangerous 'full stop' - it's a massive black spot of accidents. So I drive on, thinking, I'm a lone girl in a car, he could be a nutter and then I remembered, I lived in Oxford and bad things don't happen in Oxford. So I left the road at the next exit, looped back on myself and picked him up. He was awfully grateful.
He was from Brum. Had already dropped off one car in Banbury and had hitched all the way to Oxford. He was now headed out East. I was planning on dropping him off at the next roundabout (aptly named "Golden Balls") but when he said he was headed to Wallingford, in typical Country style* I said "oh, that's quite close to where I'm going, I'll drop you off at your destination".
It turned out that his destination was the other side of Wallingford by the Henley turning, up a road I was unable to access and his sat nav wouldn't give an alternative route (why people rely on these things is beyond me, I'm a maps girl all the way). I ended up dropping him off at the end of the no entry road and carrying on to work - 20 minutes late. But I did a good deed which is what counts and hopefully made his life a little easier. Although work seems a little bemused by this excuse.
Then two days later, there is a massive branch in the middle of the road, everyone is going around it, no one can be bothered to get out and move it, so I start to slow down, when i see a girl sprinting down the road. I stop, allowing her to cross and she clears the debris. I was so impressed. Good for her! I only hope the next time I'm moving things, someone thinks "good for her" about me.
*Country style relates to that fact that most of us in the Countryside hear that someone/thing is within 5-10 miles of where we are heading and we see no problems what so ever with just going that little bit further. I guess it's the whole mentality that we're already in the car and everything is at least 2-3 miles away.
I used to only keep this sort of behaviour to the village I grew up in. But now, oh deary me, it's spread. I'm constantly stopping (only if it's safe) to remove items from the road. In the last month, I've moved numerous rolling bins and recycling bins and the other day, I picked up a hitch-hiker!!! ?
He was a car delivery guy and I always see them and they look so sad, just waiting or walking down the side of the road and he was quite old. Picture the scene, I'm on my way to work, it's about 1.30pm. Hit the Oxford ringroad and on a piece of duel carriageway is an old chap holding out a little sign. Needless to say, his actions were dangerous 'full stop' - it's a massive black spot of accidents. So I drive on, thinking, I'm a lone girl in a car, he could be a nutter and then I remembered, I lived in Oxford and bad things don't happen in Oxford. So I left the road at the next exit, looped back on myself and picked him up. He was awfully grateful.
He was from Brum. Had already dropped off one car in Banbury and had hitched all the way to Oxford. He was now headed out East. I was planning on dropping him off at the next roundabout (aptly named "Golden Balls") but when he said he was headed to Wallingford, in typical Country style* I said "oh, that's quite close to where I'm going, I'll drop you off at your destination".
It turned out that his destination was the other side of Wallingford by the Henley turning, up a road I was unable to access and his sat nav wouldn't give an alternative route (why people rely on these things is beyond me, I'm a maps girl all the way). I ended up dropping him off at the end of the no entry road and carrying on to work - 20 minutes late. But I did a good deed which is what counts and hopefully made his life a little easier. Although work seems a little bemused by this excuse.
Then two days later, there is a massive branch in the middle of the road, everyone is going around it, no one can be bothered to get out and move it, so I start to slow down, when i see a girl sprinting down the road. I stop, allowing her to cross and she clears the debris. I was so impressed. Good for her! I only hope the next time I'm moving things, someone thinks "good for her" about me.
*Country style relates to that fact that most of us in the Countryside hear that someone/thing is within 5-10 miles of where we are heading and we see no problems what so ever with just going that little bit further. I guess it's the whole mentality that we're already in the car and everything is at least 2-3 miles away.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Garfield Minus Garfield
Possibly, one of the saddest things I've seen for a long time.
It would almost be worth while to just shoot Jon and put him out of his misery.
For full cartoons without music, etc.
It would almost be worth while to just shoot Jon and put him out of his misery.
For full cartoons without music, etc.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Weekend Papers
I've finally realised what I'm looking for in a partner.
I need someone who reads the weekend papers, so that I can read the supplements. Job done - am believing this shouldn't be too hard, not really. I mean, there are plenty of men out there who actually read the weekend papers, cover to cover or there abouts. I just need to find one who can put up with me and my ways, I'm attracted too and who entertains me.
On second thoughts, this could be harder than I originally thought!
I need someone who reads the weekend papers, so that I can read the supplements. Job done - am believing this shouldn't be too hard, not really. I mean, there are plenty of men out there who actually read the weekend papers, cover to cover or there abouts. I just need to find one who can put up with me and my ways, I'm attracted too and who entertains me.
On second thoughts, this could be harder than I originally thought!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Easy come, easy go?
It appears to me that I have a pretty rubbish selection of male friends who find it impossible to keep female friends, once they get girlfriends. Some of these guys know they do this, so give little disclaimers about the situation and others have no idea and just choose to ignore all general communication and forget who we ladies are.
I can always tell when this is happening to such friends, as they start to not message off their own backs, don't respond to messages sent and when they do respond, most communication is curt to say the least.
This is in itself frustrating but to have to do the maths yourself is even more irritating. Being a stupid girl, I some times think that when people don't respond to messages, it might be something to do with me (why this is my second thought, is beyond me, stupid girly brain), alas when they do eventually reply, it's short and needless of response, I instantly know there is a girl present in their life. At which point I lessen most communication and await their acknowledgement of being a shit friend. This normally happens the first time a fight happens or if they break up. If there is no such thing, I await the news that a baby/wedding is on the way and I wave goodbye to my friendship.
I know this isn't always the case, I've many male friends who have managed to keep me in their life but a lot of them seem to think you're not allowed friends or freedom, when in a relationship.
I normally don't expect to hear from my friends (female or male) for at least 3 months when they start out in a new relationship. It's only fair to expect nothing from them during the beginning. If they are totally in love with the new person in their lives, I give them another 3 months, after which I hope they'll remember us lot and get in touch. Most do and then we all carry on our merry way.
I just will never get people who think that being in a relationship, means you've no need to friends anymore. It's bollocks!
I will always need my friends. Regardless of how amazing the person who I date is. Maybe I'm backwards but I expect most of my partners to appreciate what my friends have done for me in the past and not mind when I've got to go running to them for whatever reason. Maybe this is why I'm currently single but I'd rather be this way and end up with someone who knows what I'm like from the offset, than make out that I can be 100% committed to a relationship and that my friends don't mean that much.
In other news, the new Ford KA is horrid! For some reason, they've cut and shut a Renault Megane and an old KA together - it's ugly as sin! Why they insist on taking sleak lines and making them all bulked up and steroid shaped is beyond me! Go back to design school!
I can always tell when this is happening to such friends, as they start to not message off their own backs, don't respond to messages sent and when they do respond, most communication is curt to say the least.
This is in itself frustrating but to have to do the maths yourself is even more irritating. Being a stupid girl, I some times think that when people don't respond to messages, it might be something to do with me (why this is my second thought, is beyond me, stupid girly brain), alas when they do eventually reply, it's short and needless of response, I instantly know there is a girl present in their life. At which point I lessen most communication and await their acknowledgement of being a shit friend. This normally happens the first time a fight happens or if they break up. If there is no such thing, I await the news that a baby/wedding is on the way and I wave goodbye to my friendship.
I know this isn't always the case, I've many male friends who have managed to keep me in their life but a lot of them seem to think you're not allowed friends or freedom, when in a relationship.
I normally don't expect to hear from my friends (female or male) for at least 3 months when they start out in a new relationship. It's only fair to expect nothing from them during the beginning. If they are totally in love with the new person in their lives, I give them another 3 months, after which I hope they'll remember us lot and get in touch. Most do and then we all carry on our merry way.
I just will never get people who think that being in a relationship, means you've no need to friends anymore. It's bollocks!
I will always need my friends. Regardless of how amazing the person who I date is. Maybe I'm backwards but I expect most of my partners to appreciate what my friends have done for me in the past and not mind when I've got to go running to them for whatever reason. Maybe this is why I'm currently single but I'd rather be this way and end up with someone who knows what I'm like from the offset, than make out that I can be 100% committed to a relationship and that my friends don't mean that much.
In other news, the new Ford KA is horrid! For some reason, they've cut and shut a Renault Megane and an old KA together - it's ugly as sin! Why they insist on taking sleak lines and making them all bulked up and steroid shaped is beyond me! Go back to design school!
Friday, May 22, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
From US of A to the UK
I'm really up for someone to do the following artwork with our cabinet.
Some of my favourites:
Our favourite, Palin
I adore this one, as he looks like Tobias from Arrested Development
Looking good McCain
Surely it's only a matter of time...
P.S. I wish they'd done some of the Democratic's too. Especially John Edwards, who is a smug git, mainly for getting away scot free for cheating on his wife and getting the "other women" pregnant and walking away. And who does his wife blame? Obviously the silly bitch who tempted her husband!!!
Some of my favourites:
Our favourite, Palin
I adore this one, as he looks like Tobias from Arrested Development
Looking good McCain
Surely it's only a matter of time...
P.S. I wish they'd done some of the Democratic's too. Especially John Edwards, who is a smug git, mainly for getting away scot free for cheating on his wife and getting the "other women" pregnant and walking away. And who does his wife blame? Obviously the silly bitch who tempted her husband!!!
Friday, May 15, 2009
Someone pass me a gun!
I was made to watch American Idol last night. I didn't want too but was eating dinner at a friends and she's a fan.
The shows starts, misty screens, orange skin and whiter than white teeth.
Then my friends favourite comes on. He's the childish emo looking dickhead, with a face that needs a large dent in it, to be improved.
Everyone screams, everyone loves it, the judges (two of whom, I've no idea who they are), Paula and Simon, plus the host come in to view and they start to discuss the songs the three contestants will be singing.
Simon Cowell with his awful hair and whiter than white teeth announces that he's selected a U2 song for this irritating kid. Boasts about some personal confirmation from Bono (Please let's try and remove this hypocritical wanker from the face of the earth. Old U2 good, modern U2 - irritating!), and off the shows goes with an awful rendition of one of my favourite songs, One.
In typical American television fashion, they make the song theatrical, epic and generally destroyed it in 2 easy minutes!!!
A once beautiful, calm, serene, emotional song has now been adapted to a horrid, screechy, cretinous rendition!
I now want to really punch this kid in the face. And the fact that the judges spend the next 1000 seconds gushing about how amazing it was, I'm sorry, you what?
This is why I hate most American TV "talent" shows - where's the remote?
The shows starts, misty screens, orange skin and whiter than white teeth.
Then my friends favourite comes on. He's the childish emo looking dickhead, with a face that needs a large dent in it, to be improved.
Everyone screams, everyone loves it, the judges (two of whom, I've no idea who they are), Paula and Simon, plus the host come in to view and they start to discuss the songs the three contestants will be singing.
Simon Cowell with his awful hair and whiter than white teeth announces that he's selected a U2 song for this irritating kid. Boasts about some personal confirmation from Bono (Please let's try and remove this hypocritical wanker from the face of the earth. Old U2 good, modern U2 - irritating!), and off the shows goes with an awful rendition of one of my favourite songs, One.
In typical American television fashion, they make the song theatrical, epic and generally destroyed it in 2 easy minutes!!!
A once beautiful, calm, serene, emotional song has now been adapted to a horrid, screechy, cretinous rendition!
I now want to really punch this kid in the face. And the fact that the judges spend the next 1000 seconds gushing about how amazing it was, I'm sorry, you what?
This is why I hate most American TV "talent" shows - where's the remote?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The love of a Jackass
Ok, ok, so I know that the guy I'm going to link too is a complete and utter arse!
He's a egotistical, big headed, nasty, horrid little man but I think I'm in love with him.
Most of his stories start with:
Stage 1: a repulsive air, full of big headed, attention grabbing bullshit, with the occasional hysterical and also, horrendous one liners which floor people with such disbelief, it's pretty incredible.
Stage 2: he and his friends attempt to pull several "hotties", normally succeeding to a certain level but also failing to a comical standard. I've read numerous stories of his now and am amazed he's ploughed any tail at all.
Stage 3: Final admittance to failure. Continuing the party somewhere else.
Stage 4: They all end with either the "inevitable" (in his world only) puking or shitting his pants.
The guys is a genius! I don't, necessarily, condone his behaviour but also the fact that he writes most of his stories in the future, with a hindsight view. The ability to quip himself and his friends. The fact he can see that some of his past actions, weren't big or clever, are cruel but are inevitably rather funny, means that at least he's grown up some what.
But most of his one liners (once the cruel blast at unassuming passerbys have pasted and he actually applies himself), floor me! Some are old classics, some are new, quick witted and intelligence. God knows, if he actually said them there and then or added them to the story afterwards for affect but his story telling is at least entertaining, even if for all the wrong reasons.
Anyhow, I think my favourite of his stories so far, is the one about trying anal sex for the first time. Too too funny!
I guess it's time for you to decide, if you choose too. He's a dick but his stories make me cringe, feel queasy, horrified and also laugh, normally out loud.
He's a egotistical, big headed, nasty, horrid little man but I think I'm in love with him.
Most of his stories start with:
Stage 1: a repulsive air, full of big headed, attention grabbing bullshit, with the occasional hysterical and also, horrendous one liners which floor people with such disbelief, it's pretty incredible.
Stage 2: he and his friends attempt to pull several "hotties", normally succeeding to a certain level but also failing to a comical standard. I've read numerous stories of his now and am amazed he's ploughed any tail at all.
Stage 3: Final admittance to failure. Continuing the party somewhere else.
Stage 4: They all end with either the "inevitable" (in his world only) puking or shitting his pants.
The guys is a genius! I don't, necessarily, condone his behaviour but also the fact that he writes most of his stories in the future, with a hindsight view. The ability to quip himself and his friends. The fact he can see that some of his past actions, weren't big or clever, are cruel but are inevitably rather funny, means that at least he's grown up some what.
But most of his one liners (once the cruel blast at unassuming passerbys have pasted and he actually applies himself), floor me! Some are old classics, some are new, quick witted and intelligence. God knows, if he actually said them there and then or added them to the story afterwards for affect but his story telling is at least entertaining, even if for all the wrong reasons.
Anyhow, I think my favourite of his stories so far, is the one about trying anal sex for the first time. Too too funny!
I guess it's time for you to decide, if you choose too. He's a dick but his stories make me cringe, feel queasy, horrified and also laugh, normally out loud.
Salvia
My boss got sent a clip of a guy trying to drive on Salvia. For those of you who do not know, I didn't until yesterday, Salvia is a psychedelic drug in the States. It's legal, and generally the trips only last for a few minutes or so...
More info here.
Anyhoo, this video is quite funny...
But I think my favourite of his attempts to get work done on Salvia, has to be his writing a letter to congress. If he actually mailed it, I'd have loved to see the senators face upon opening it.
Remember kids, it's not big and it's not clever but it is quite funny.
More info here.
Anyhoo, this video is quite funny...
But I think my favourite of his attempts to get work done on Salvia, has to be his writing a letter to congress. If he actually mailed it, I'd have loved to see the senators face upon opening it.
Remember kids, it's not big and it's not clever but it is quite funny.
Friday, May 08, 2009
Thursday, May 07, 2009
No entry
This paragraph of an article about people who have been banned from entering the UK tickled me some what.
Although, we now can't say that Passport Control and Immigration don't have a sense of humour, I mean, who knew?!
"In January last year, a foreigner who wanted to visit the north east was refused entry to Britain because visa officials ruled it "not credible" that anyone would want to spend a week in Gateshead".
Although, we now can't say that Passport Control and Immigration don't have a sense of humour, I mean, who knew?!
"In January last year, a foreigner who wanted to visit the north east was refused entry to Britain because visa officials ruled it "not credible" that anyone would want to spend a week in Gateshead".
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Big Fish
I am loving this photo! There are numerous things but mainly, I love how the guy on the left looks like he's failing to even hold it!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
This could be a new excuse for Jeremy Kyle's guests!
It might be possible that this is the best sentence I've read in a long time:
Lastly, Bering explains how a woman can get pregnant by a man she never had sex with:
If "Josh" were to have sex with "Kate" who recently had sex with "Mike," in the process of thrusting his penis back and forth in her vagina, some of Mike's semen would be forced under Josh's frenulum… Were Josh to then have sex with "Amy" several hours later, it is possible that some of the displaced semen from Mike would still be present under his foreskin and thus may be unwittingly transmitted to Amy who, in turn, could then be impregnated by Mike's sperm. Of course, all of these people would need to be obsessed with dick".
I might try this one day, just because I can.
It was taken from a report on 'Scientific American', obviously I wasn't reading that, it was brought to my attention by Jezebel, like all the good stories I write about. If you'd like to read the whole article click here.
Lastly, Bering explains how a woman can get pregnant by a man she never had sex with:
If "Josh" were to have sex with "Kate" who recently had sex with "Mike," in the process of thrusting his penis back and forth in her vagina, some of Mike's semen would be forced under Josh's frenulum… Were Josh to then have sex with "Amy" several hours later, it is possible that some of the displaced semen from Mike would still be present under his foreskin and thus may be unwittingly transmitted to Amy who, in turn, could then be impregnated by Mike's sperm. Of course, all of these people would need to be obsessed with dick".
I might try this one day, just because I can.
It was taken from a report on 'Scientific American', obviously I wasn't reading that, it was brought to my attention by Jezebel, like all the good stories I write about. If you'd like to read the whole article click here.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Garfunkel and Oates
Am currently loving these two girls, singing how they see it.
Pure genius!
This is one of my favourites -
This is pretty good to -
Pure genius!
This is one of my favourites -
This is pretty good to -
Friday, April 24, 2009
Reunion with a difference...
If I'd gone to school in America, I totally would have done this at my reunion.
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