... my brain? I had it in here a while ago but I seem to have mislaid it. I know I popped it down somewhere but I'm a pile of rusty grommits if I can remember where.
Don't we all have days like this? You potter around looking for the thing you're meant to be doing for the rest of the day? Take this post for example, here I am sitting at home, bashing the .......... laptop (Phew, a close one) wondering what to go on about. "Get on with it!" -Ah shut the hell up.
Don't you just loathe Pubes? They get everywhere, they're perpetually seeking all forms of soap and manage to turn up in just about every foodstuff. If there was a God, I bet they're completely bald and gave us these carotine demons to haunt our waking lives. All credit to those who wax, get 'em off for crying out loud. Trap them within that sticky Veet and never let them fester in your plughole. Trust me, catch one the nutsack ones at your peril.
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