randomrabbit's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I suppose it's too much to ask that you found my trousers? What shall I do with all this yeast left over from the brewing process? Shall I bin it? No Trevor, bring it to me; I have an idea for a salty paste. And so we got Marmite. And there�s no greater pleasure in life than a 2 inch thick slab of warm toast covered in butter and a bloody great smear of the stuff. Well there probably is, but I have neither the time nor the inclination to fill an infinite number of buckets with shit to relentlessly tip on Piers Morgan�s head from now until the very end of time. A good wank, a good walk and a good shit do come close. Our gym gave us free tickets for the comedy club last night as a thank you for being members from when it opened and thusly paying them lots and lots of money. You�d sort of assume we�d be in better shape than when we started after going for so long, but I suspect that not to be the case for either of us. I only go to get fatter at a slower rate. Kev�s girlfriend came along with us and I decided it was time I forced myself to like her. I mean otherwise it might start to look to people like it was maybe me with the problem and that I�m somehow deliberately disliking my friends� partners for whatever psychononsense reason, but what I�d say to that is: Mark�s wife is genuinely unpleasant and Kev�s girlfriend�s a moron. Well I tried but after the 10th attempt at trying to start a conversation with her ugly, vacant face I gave up. Admittedly I maybe should have steered clear of the: �How on earth can it take you 3 days to realise your guinea pig is dead?� conversation starter, but I was genuinely curious - these people have a baby. 4:30 p.m. - 2010-04-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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