Having a cold (Which seems to be getting better at the mo, possibly from phyxette’s chicken noodle soup offering =P) is bad enough.
Having a cold and food poisoning at the same time, is just low.
Having a cold, having food poisoning, and having food poisoning strike in the middle of eating your non-food-poisoned dinner, is so very cruel. I was looking forward to my cheesy veg and chips, but nooo, ICELANDCHICKENFILLETATTACK! I was like “OMG! veg with garlic/oregano butter and cheese!” and Iceland said unto me: “DENIED!”
MY trusty quorn has never poisoned me. It’s never been on BBC1’s Whistleblower for being sold out of date from Tesco and Sainsbury’s counters, or being minced to cover up that it’s manky and then sold. I’m never cooking meat again. If it’s already cooked, or someone else is cooking it (As long as it’s not Iceland value gristle) fine, but cooking meat for myself or anyone else (sorry Paul =P) seems to be a risky business.
…Anyway (now eating cold veg and cheese, which probably isn’t a good idea but, y’know) I’ve forgotten what I was going to write. Hmm.
Tea with golden syrup makes everything better.
Oh wait, now I remember!
For anyone that hates The Black Eyed Peas
And for anyone that hates the Black Eyed Peas but likes Hamsters
I suppose I’d better post the original for anyone that didn’t have this horror when it came out a year or a few ago.
Seriously, “They treat me really nicely, buy me all these Icies.” What the Hell is an icie?! Something to rhyme in the hope that no-one will catch it if they sing it fast-ish?
I don’t want to know what “I do it on the daily” is meant to be. Getting people to spend money on her, or the less innocent version.
“They say I’m really sexy, the boys they wanna sex me” … I’m not saying anything *smackface*
“What you gonna do with all that breast, all that breast inside your shirt” … … … Feed a kid if we ever had one, you muppets.
“My lovely lady lumps!” …I think that offends every girl in the universe, personally. (I can just imagine going to Debenhams and asking to get my lady lumps measured. Hey, how does this bra look on my “lady lumps”? I don’t know, I think a bit of silicon might help my “hump-humps”
And if you’re going to grind on someone and then get pissed off they touch your arse after you just rubbed your crotch over them… well it’s your own damn fault. (I mean, someone rubbing their crotch all over me without asking (”Hey, can I rub my privates on you?” “…wait… what?! O.o”) seems worse than grabbing someone’s arse, personally.)
Paulus has a new job *dances* As long as he can handle the long hours *will bring him lunch, a pillow and a hug at midnight* =P
OH! I had this wierd dream where there was like this maze, that had just been like a warzone, and I was looking for my Oyster card in it, disguised as a mermaid because there were guards about O.o And I found a bunch of stuff that was also mine but I couldn’t carry it.
edit: Oh! And according to wikipedia, “Moogle” comes from a cross between the japanese words for “mole” (mogula or something?) and “bat”, therefore technically making me “Littlemolebat” or just “Littlemole”
…We are not amused.
FemaleWarrior, however, is. *mumble*
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