Friends don’t subject friends to pictures like this

In fact, I feel so much better that I thought I’d strike back at Michael Fletcher’s abomination in the only way I know how.

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Take that!

In case you are worried, I don’t generally dress up like this at home. This was for a Halloween party. Honest.
You have to admit — it’s pretty damned scary.


Crappy Lyrics of the Day

“You gotta lotta class.”
I like the way you shake your ass.” — Unknown artist (and I use the term loosely) since I can’t deal with waiting to the end of the song to find out who actually sings it.

I have always believed that shaking one’s posterior in public is a true indicator of one’s status in society.


Yesterday I went for a haircut.

Bottle-Blonde-Girl went too. Except she wasn’t getting her haircut, she
was having her roots retouched. She put her large bag down on the
surface in front of the mirrors and out jumped a small furry beast. It
ran down the counter and attempted to drink my coffee before being
whisked away.
Bottle-Blonde-Girl apologised for the inconvenience, but she didn’t take
her long-haired Yorksire terrier home. She’d even brought a hot-water
bottle along in case Fufi (that was its name) got cold. Hmmm.

I think the next time I go to get my haircut I’ll take Bean with me and
see what sort of reaction I get. No-one told BBG that pets were not
allowed, so I don’t see why there would be a problem with me bringing my
What would be really cool is if I had a pet rat or ferret. Or even
better – a pet snake. They couldn’t kick me out because I’d cry foul
about Fufi getting special treatment, but the hair-dressers would all be
kind of jumpy which would be great fun. My haircut might not turn out so
well though, I suppose.