(Thought process involved when deciding on a name for my blog a couple of days ago... MIND BLOWING... I know)
I NEED A NAME……. The world is my OYSTER…. and I am allergic to Shell fish……
no that cant be right….. can it? Well with my luck. Yes.
Mushy Peas was taken, so I settled for life is a journey, don't vomit in your own car.
I need some sleep…. COFFEE any one?
your mother is a crack whore, would you like Paul, he-fill-her? (Polyfiller if you are not as tormented as me, I love a good old play on words, even if i have to explain in brackets)
BoyzSmellFunny..... EUREKA!!!!
I am no English A +++ student, and I don't have the super massivist vocavalry, nor do I know of, or own a fleet of horses with aggressively fighting men on their backs either. Butt, BUT, and I say that in the least offensive way, I have a sense of……. DUTY towards my fellow Break Upees to make you cry….. with tears of firkin humorous GOLD Mother UKKERS..… oh shit, that reminded me of my ex. Dope!
Bah HUMBUG!
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