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Five words that I despise. For some unexplained reason, outta the blue, my computer will decide to start randomly deleting my incoming emails and hiding them somewhere that I cannot find them. Why oh why? This leads to people getting arsey with the whole "oh you didn't reply to my email you bitch" type thing when IT'S NOT FUCKING ME!
Todays top five [with no specific category];
(1) How is it that I can't remember how to play hopscotch? It involves concrete, a piece of chalk and a stone and yet for some reason I have no idea how to play it anymore.
(2) I hate Scrappy Doo. I'd really love to punt him off a bridge in an Anchorman/Baxter kind of way. Although watching it did remind me of the catchphrase "PUPPY POWER" which used to get used a lot on nights out in relation to my breasts. A phrase that needs resurrecting methinks.
(3) HELP! I need to know what one of the songs from I'm Alan Partridge Season 2 is (and no it's not Black Beauty before you start). In the episode "I know what Alan did last summer" before the tax inspectors arrive he's playing air guitar to a song. What the fuck is that song? I can't for the life of me remember and it's getting really annoying now.
(4) Today I have discovered that using the phrase "I've still got all of my original holes" whilst talking on the phone to your mum is a quick way to end a conversation.
(5) The next person who asks me what I'm doing for Christmas day is going to get punted along with Scrappy Doo into a pool off ill tempered mutated seabasses. No one is happy with the answer.
I'm spending the day at home without family, i'll be having dinner by myself just as I do every other day of the fucking year and I'll probably end up in a friends pub for a large proportion of the day.
Why is it completely unacceptable to spend Christmas Day on your own? I'm not religious and the only difference to any other day is that someone is guaranteed to die in Eastenders and the pub opens odd hours.
I celebrate in my own way. Last year I was sat with a few chilled bottles of Bollinger watching James Bond pretending I was a lady James Bond (Juliette Bond if you will) and it was a funny day. I had a red paintball BB gun that matched my hair and I was a happy bunny.
END OF RANT
I can't seem to get the opening riff from SOAD Radio/Video outta my head and it's too late to plug in the geetar. Dammit.
Alan Partridge's lesson of the day
"Woah! That's English for stop a horse"
Oooohh Hey to Hey_McFly ... there's your mention now take your hat off, stop singing East 17 and put your Mugabe handbag away.
Five words that I despise. For some unexplained reason, outta the blue, my computer will decide to start randomly deleting my incoming emails and hiding them somewhere that I cannot find them. Why oh why? This leads to people getting arsey with the whole "oh you didn't reply to my email you bitch" type thing when IT'S NOT FUCKING ME!
Todays top five [with no specific category];
(1) How is it that I can't remember how to play hopscotch? It involves concrete, a piece of chalk and a stone and yet for some reason I have no idea how to play it anymore.
(2) I hate Scrappy Doo. I'd really love to punt him off a bridge in an Anchorman/Baxter kind of way. Although watching it did remind me of the catchphrase "PUPPY POWER" which used to get used a lot on nights out in relation to my breasts. A phrase that needs resurrecting methinks.
(3) HELP! I need to know what one of the songs from I'm Alan Partridge Season 2 is (and no it's not Black Beauty before you start). In the episode "I know what Alan did last summer" before the tax inspectors arrive he's playing air guitar to a song. What the fuck is that song? I can't for the life of me remember and it's getting really annoying now.
(4) Today I have discovered that using the phrase "I've still got all of my original holes" whilst talking on the phone to your mum is a quick way to end a conversation.
(5) The next person who asks me what I'm doing for Christmas day is going to get punted along with Scrappy Doo into a pool off ill tempered mutated seabasses. No one is happy with the answer.
I'm spending the day at home without family, i'll be having dinner by myself just as I do every other day of the fucking year and I'll probably end up in a friends pub for a large proportion of the day.
Why is it completely unacceptable to spend Christmas Day on your own? I'm not religious and the only difference to any other day is that someone is guaranteed to die in Eastenders and the pub opens odd hours.
I celebrate in my own way. Last year I was sat with a few chilled bottles of Bollinger watching James Bond pretending I was a lady James Bond (Juliette Bond if you will) and it was a funny day. I had a red paintball BB gun that matched my hair and I was a happy bunny.
END OF RANT
I can't seem to get the opening riff from SOAD Radio/Video outta my head and it's too late to plug in the geetar. Dammit.
Alan Partridge's lesson of the day
"Woah! That's English for stop a horse"
Oooohh Hey to Hey_McFly ... there's your mention now take your hat off, stop singing East 17 and put your Mugabe handbag away.
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I am old enough to remember a time before "Scrappy Doo" i remember his appearance, he annoyed the hell out of me then, and spoilt 'scoobie doo' for ever, scrappy doo is my enemies' too!
cartoon creatures on speed and coke at the same time are a bad idea full stop.
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