Ra Lonesome Cowboy!
3:01 p.m.
I haven't had a conversation with anyone - except two wee ones on the phone - since the Domestic Bliss left last Wednesday morning. And the weather has been truly manky, so no great desire to go out in the rain. Only having to deal with the residues of the swamp fever, so I should be okay for work tomorrow. Only two and a half days to go, Jack, and then the next six weeks are all mine! Yippee!
I haven't had a conversation with anyone - except two wee ones on the phone - since the Domestic Bliss left last Wednesday morning. And the weather has been truly manky, so no great desire to go out in the rain. Only having to deal with the residues of the swamp fever, so I should be okay for work tomorrow. Only two and a half days to go, Jack, and then the next six weeks are all mine! Yippee!
posted by Hotboy at 3:05 PM
4 Comments:
Continuing from the last post, it seems the prostate resides in the enjoyment body.
At least mine does. And if it's the miserable body that does the prostrations, it all balances out. And there's your proof there may be something in your theories after all.
On your holidays, don't go to Queensland, the weather's even worse than Scotland, and you'll get a swamp fever recurrence.
By the way, Doctor Robert reckons your ambiguity - the conversation with two wee ones on the phone - is a subconscious desire to have another child. Have you had the operation reversed?
You'd perhaps be interested in this inspired example of pugilism.
Albert! Doesn't Queensland have a dry season? Only strange fellows would go there in the wet! The boxing match is a little unusual! Hotboy
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