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It's the singer, not the thong
Jan. 24th, 2005 10:52 pmI love Paul Merton-- Rod Stewart's chat up line: do ya think I'm sixty? (on Have I got News for You, tonight)
Tomorrow I walk with businessmen at the Furniture Show 2005. I may be required to schmooze. At this point my mouth contorts into a big sad upside down smile and my body is wracked with shudders. Maybe I can hit them with my stick as they try and impress me/cow me into submission with their mighty business phalluses.
Still, last year we got free beer from a waterbed company, so it wasn't all bad. Although we did have to wonder what they made the beer from.
Bedtime, time to go and lick my nearlyomygodfinished copy of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell.
Tomorrow I walk with businessmen at the Furniture Show 2005. I may be required to schmooze. At this point my mouth contorts into a big sad upside down smile and my body is wracked with shudders. Maybe I can hit them with my stick as they try and impress me/cow me into submission with their mighty business phalluses.
Still, last year we got free beer from a waterbed company, so it wasn't all bad. Although we did have to wonder what they made the beer from.
Bedtime, time to go and lick my nearlyomygodfinished copy of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell.