Where did the girl go who needed only 3 hours of sleep a night?

Where did the girl go who craved stretching, breaking and blasting past societies limits of acceptable behaviour?

Where did the girl go who couldn't quite decide if she liked boys or girls exclusively?

Where did the girl go who always had someone willing to share a bottle of wine, a dark bar and some gossip?

Where did the girl go?

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She went to bed at 7.30 last night ... that's where she went.

Anyone know of a good old folks home I can apply for residency at?

When Cody was about nine years old I took him and three of his friends fishing.

I desperately needed to pee and started searching around for somewhere discreet.

Ahhh ... a van with no-one in it.

So I squated behind said van so the poor innocent boys would not see me.

Dropped my knickers and sighed with relief as I started to pee.

Then .....

* Vrooooooommmmmmmmm*

The van pulled away.

While I was still in full stream.

Poor boys.

Just to clarify ......

Yes, there will be categories for the contest but I am only announcing what they are AFTER all entries have been submitted.

*evil grin*

I Blog From Here contest details.

Do y'all remember when we did this  ..... Cutest Blog Baby Contest?

Well, no sense running another one of those as ... well ... we all know Nick will win again.

So how about taking a picture of the/a place you blog from.  Desk, bed, park bench .... get creative

You don't need to be in the picture but for it to count we must be able to see BCUK on the monitor in the picture.

C'mon it'll be fun and will give us something to do when we should be working.

All entries to be either mailed to me (nmg1972@hotmail.co.uk) or posted on your blog and then post here to let me know it's there (does that make any sense?)  then I will compile them all together and run a voting poll like before.

Lets say Jan 18th as entry deadline and feel free to let those on your friends list know about this so we can get hopefully as many entries as we did for the baby contest.

Have fun and GOOD LUCK !!!

You know how you hate the person who slows down or even stops in front of you when you are trying to get somewhere?

Well, today it was me.

Picture the scene.

Crowded corner shop with aisles and doorway hardly wide enough to squeeze through sideways so certainly no room for two to pass.

Suddenly the slow movement out the door ceases and all life is brought to a standstill.

You lean to one side to see what the hold up is.

You see a manic, wild haired lunatic ...... attempting to swipe her office security pass to activate the door.

"Push you fucking twat"

My thanks go out to the kind man who imparted this wisdom on me.

I shall be hiding under the desk for the rest of the day.

The wonderful Ladee-Bird

Ooooh hello, welcome back

Knitting phallic symbols...

Or just knitting.

Can't believe no-one noticed I was not replying to her.

Congrats hun .. now ... whats your fave color? Email me your mailing address

Ok ... prompted by a train of thought from my last post.

Is the Croydon guinea pig lover still here?

Eh?

Is she?

Come out, come out, wherever you are?

Please say yes as who else (aside from Paddy/Landers) could appreciate the beautiful dialect that she spews forth.

Cuntingly.

Ladies, Gentlemen and Nick

In honor of my decision to come back full time after hating the world I shall be running a competition.

I have a new hobby.

For the person who guesses correctly by Monday 12 noon (GMT) there will be a grand, fabulously extravagant and one of a kind prize.

You are only allowed one question that can be answered with a simple 'Yes' or 'No' and you are only allowed one guess.

p.s.  I may not hate the world anymore but I do have a strong dislike for it sometimes

They (whoever 'they' are) say that the stall (cubicle) you use in public toilets says a lot about you.

Do you use the middle stall? One at the end? The disabled stall?

This morning I get to work and the powers that be in building maintenance have decided to close the ladies toilets on the 25th floor for the morning. I was directed to either go up or down a floor.

I smiled and walked right into the mens toilets.

What in the hell does THAT say about me?

I have walked from my house to Tower Bridge and back today.

I found a great little back alley pub.

I left when the men with the nicely shaved heads continued glaring at me. Apparently I was wearing the wrong color shirt to be in an Arsenal pub.

I made a point of being nice and stopping so that tourists could take their pictures in front of whatever piece of opulence suited them.

I ate an ice cream while strolling through Wapping.

Only reason I bloody walked is because I couldn't figure out what bus would get me home.

That'll be enough of that healthy stuff thank you very much.

Yep, what an amazingly boring blog.