Sunday, January 06, 2008

MOVE ALONG, FOLKS, THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE HERE


AND THE WINNER OF THE PUT BOUVET ISLAND ON THE MAP BEFORE IT GETS NUKED OR COLONISED BY GIANT UDDERS SELF ASSESSING RETURNABLE VERSE GOES TO...



MOVE ALONG, FOLKS, THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE HERE


Where to now?

she said

Mind the hole

he said

I'm already in

2 comments:

Nonnie Augustine said...

Wax poetic slowly or quickly; it always goes down well. Nonnie

On Durgs said...

I majored in intense vacuum cleaning for beginners before you die.