If you’re in the mood for a good ROFLMAO moment to chase the Monday blahs away, follow this link to Charlie Brooker’s Comment is Free column in the Guardian. DON’T read while drinking coffee …
Nuts & Mutton
Strong opinions on life, love and everything in between
- 100 books in 2009. FAIL.
- 2010 Reading List
- Fifty random things about me
- Just the facts, ma’am
- Menage a Trois
- Sailing into the mystic realm of names
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OMGsh that’s funny!
thanks for the warning, Tessa, I haven’t had such a belly laugh in a while!
I’ve put you on my blog roll, I’m so glad you visited me and now I’ve discovered you and what a delight!!!
Kindred spirits!!
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cute…had a few days like that myself, altho i draw the line at knickers on my head..
MLS, I’m glad you liked it. I nearly peed myself at the thought of his cold body being brought out with the knickers on his head …
Thistle, somehow I knew you would enjoy this one. It would have to be a cold day in hell before a woman would put knickers on her head, no matter how bad a day she’s having.
WWW, my thought exactly. Although I have to ask why you settled in Newfoundland. Isn’t that a bit like emigrating to Kerry? So far, I’ve only made it to St John’s once, and even then just for a weekend, but I’m planning to get back to Newfoundland again someday soon, because I loved the little bit I saw of it. Reminded me of summer holliers in Ballybunion …
LOl emigrating to Kerry. I holidayed here with granddaughter a few years back and fell so hopelessly in love that I had to buy a house here. The rest is history. It reminds me of Ireland in the fifties in a lot of ways but better, if you catch my drift. Also Ireland and Newfoundland are like twins separated at birth.
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You mean, not so priest-ridden as 50s Ireland, lol? I have to say, I felt right at home there – especially when I listened to the witty backchat between the locals. Not sure I could live there, though. While the reserve of many Canadians was strange at first, I do not really miss the parochial, cliquishness of Ireland, the sense that everybody had a nose in your business.