please empty your brain below |
Still single? |
Bunny Boiler? |
It is not me. It is you. |
Are you worried your Number One Fan might be feeling "kinda oogie" today? Mind your ankles, DG. |
So you won't be showing up at the next blogmeet, then? |
Been dumped again, DG? |
I would say something here, but there's no point. |
Thank goodness for paragraph six. I thought you'd left me out! |
Ummm... ... does this mean you don't really want me coming here, any more |
What I'd love to know is whether this is what you said to them, or s/he said to you...... |
God DG, are we the same person? I could have written every word of that. Loners of the world... ummmm, no that doesn't work, does it. |
We'd never get on. I'm (in effect) from the North and you're from the South. |
Or is this a more news-related "We'd never get on. You'd be claiming too much on the joint account"...? |
You get worse. Really you do. |
Dear DG! It's just the usual Spring depression. It'll pass. |
For the first few paragraphs I thought you were writing about The Evening Standard again. |
"Are you trying to tell me something" |
Pop that pill and lock the window for heaven's sake. (Pete's not ready for you yet.) |
Wonderful |
I assume you're not talking about me? |
Fine, i will buy my own pint then. |
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