The world is my oyster... yeh, right.
I have a new house, it's ugly, i call it The Pig. it has wooden doors so the badgers can hair in and out night and day.
More worrying it has a carefully sculpted garden for them to fuck up. And a saltwater pool surrounded by rocks to bash my drunken head on.

Next door there are two juggernaught sized husky type creatures. They howl for an hour when their owner goes to work. She goes at 5.30am.
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hey've voted to give Mugabe more power, it's like handing Hitler nuclear arms and saying,"please don't use them".

Ken Clarke is running as new head guy for the Tories. He's very bright, far too good for them. Still he's too old and has a very odd connection to a certain cigarette company.

The halibut are enjoying the new pool but it was a real bugger individually wrapping each one to transport them here. I was going to comment upon the cricket but it seems a tad superfluous, merely to say, just win lads.

Hurricane Katrina has wupped some yankee arse but i'm annoyed it missed the Bush farm, where the wonderful Pres is hiding from a bunch of chicks who had the misfortune to lose their kids in Iraq.
I mean, if they were worried why did they let them go play there in the first place? Didn't it click with them when little Lonnie, Donny and Shitkicker came home all dressed up in camouflage that they may just be heading directly into danger? What did they think? "Oh, that's nice of the government, giving you a new set of clothes and a shiny gun to play with".
For fuck's sake.