Tuesday, 24 November 2009

Bit of this
Multicolored sweeties bounce out over the floor . The young shop assistances gather round kicking them into a heap. The young man wot dun it refuses to meet anyones eyes.

She stands starring at her plastic bag kite seemingly transfixed by the power of the wind.

Her man about the house refuses to go to the osteopath until he has new under pants.
Bit of that
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy you the kind of misery you prefer.

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