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Friday, 3 December 2010
Disturbing Times.
Number one son has taken a shine to Shaun Ryder. I'm not sure what causes me more concern that or the fact that I seem to have spawned a reality TV junkie, what with that and the Cack Factor!
5 comments:
Ach, there are worse heroes to have.
Mind, there are better, too.
Twistin' me melons man.
He was funny as when he was smashing up the flat pack stuff. I've wanted to do that so many times.
Son I'm dirty
I only went with your mothet cos she's thirty..
etc etc
Britani's greatest poet since Keats said Anthony H.
I take your point.
Or was it
Son I'm thirty
i only went with your motehr cos she's dorty
Eitehr way...
Mother and dirty they should be, obviously. Bedtime possibly.
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