[excerpt from a conversation that just took place in the living room]
Andre:
i can't kiss you! [waves arms exasperatedly]
i'm worried that if i kiss you, you'll come out a different size. and it will take 4 bloody hours to edit you in blogger-dot-tosspot-dot-com, and then a man will phone up and say he wants a scan of you, and it will take another 4 days to do using your wanky fucking scanner -- for a PC -- by which time we will hate each other and be filing for a divorce. and from that point on, i shall wear a t-shirt that says: i blame blogger.tosspot.com for everything.
so, please stop asking me to kiss you!
can you make me a hot dog now?
Saturday, February 9, 2008
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3 comments:
"I did not kiss that woman, Miss Stacey..."
hellooo
wondered if you might help with this:
http://peacharse.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-not-only-one_10.html
some writing from you would be amazing :-)
"Saturday: curly, wet, irritated and distracted".
I'm saying nothing. It would be too obvious, really.
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