Gizzaclue!
Today is a day for not doing much and thinking, 'Isn't this nice?' while (not) doing it.
I did an IQ test to prove to Sarah that there was no pain involved and there is nothing in the computer which will pop up and laugh at you if you give a silly answer. I got 123, which I think is more than I got on another one a couple of years ago. This should go some way to proving what a silly thing they are. Still, it passes the time!
Been reading Kinky Friedman recently. I really like his books, they have this crackpot narrative stlye which falls somewhere between Douglas Adams and Raymond Chandler. It is odd.
I like this line, "I had a feeling Wednesday would come quicker than a nymphomaniac." Genius.
If you haven't read anything by the man, I strongly recommend that you do. For kicks, like.
On Thursday of last week I got a free lunch and some free wine and two free newspapers and a free tour of the Irish Times. We got to meet Madam Geraldine and there was much being daunted involved. She comes across as quite a shy woman, but doesn't let that come between her and being Da Boss. Saw an editorial meeting and found out what the next day's news would be. There's something distinctly odd about knowing things like that. It's like that show where this guy gets tomorrow's paper delivered every day, which allows him to go off and avert disasters. I think this is cheating the readers somewhat. I mean, who's going to buy a newspaper with the headline, "Nothing happened, grand day all round"? Not me, that's fo' shizzle!
In other news, there are three major things wrong with the left leg of the average chicken... I could tell you what they are, but I'd rather let you work it out for yourself. If you get it, stick the comment down below and I will tell you whether your conclusions are right or, as they most certainly will be, wrong.
My phone is playing up and my chances of getting elected are getting slimmer. I'm not even a registered voter, so where does that leave me? Oh, yes... Throw that one back in my face. I'm done here, but I'll be back, you can bet your granny's scaly feet on it!
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Just as a matter of interest, it turns out that Sarah is a genius. Her test result was 145, which just goes to show...
I did an IQ test to prove to Sarah that there was no pain involved and there is nothing in the computer which will pop up and laugh at you if you give a silly answer. I got 123, which I think is more than I got on another one a couple of years ago. This should go some way to proving what a silly thing they are. Still, it passes the time!
Been reading Kinky Friedman recently. I really like his books, they have this crackpot narrative stlye which falls somewhere between Douglas Adams and Raymond Chandler. It is odd.
I like this line, "I had a feeling Wednesday would come quicker than a nymphomaniac." Genius.
If you haven't read anything by the man, I strongly recommend that you do. For kicks, like.
On Thursday of last week I got a free lunch and some free wine and two free newspapers and a free tour of the Irish Times. We got to meet Madam Geraldine and there was much being daunted involved. She comes across as quite a shy woman, but doesn't let that come between her and being Da Boss. Saw an editorial meeting and found out what the next day's news would be. There's something distinctly odd about knowing things like that. It's like that show where this guy gets tomorrow's paper delivered every day, which allows him to go off and avert disasters. I think this is cheating the readers somewhat. I mean, who's going to buy a newspaper with the headline, "Nothing happened, grand day all round"? Not me, that's fo' shizzle!
In other news, there are three major things wrong with the left leg of the average chicken... I could tell you what they are, but I'd rather let you work it out for yourself. If you get it, stick the comment down below and I will tell you whether your conclusions are right or, as they most certainly will be, wrong.
My phone is playing up and my chances of getting elected are getting slimmer. I'm not even a registered voter, so where does that leave me? Oh, yes... Throw that one back in my face. I'm done here, but I'll be back, you can bet your granny's scaly feet on it!
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Just as a matter of interest, it turns out that Sarah is a genius. Her test result was 145, which just goes to show...
posted by Stephen McMullin at 5:33 pm
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