WEAKend thats what it should be called after a rollercoaster of angst,joy and geeerumbles.
Went to my nephews fifth birthday parties arrrgh fuckin screaming kids everywhere(my heart goes out to libra you do a fuckin ace job).Got to eat jelly,jam sandwiches beat the living shit outta the pinata(how come blokes like whacking sticks over thing....uggg.uggg.ggg caveman bash!),hurt my back falling off the outside trampoline trying a ill fated sommersault Nadia kommnech i think not!.
That zapped the bashsters energy plus the nagging other halfs blast over our fuel bills(we use more energy than that fire down in London.I chilled watched the X factor and th skeleton key on dvd which was ace i love Kate Hudson a under rated actress and i fancied her mum when i was 13.
Sunday was a day of buying a mp3 cd player for my ford puma for 20notes bargain off the car boot,12cds on one means not having cds scattered all over the car.
I visited the death dodger my gran 86 fucks sake still doddering on cool!.I washed the car which was then crapped on by a big bird(not the missis)i would love to climb a pole or a tree pull down my pant and lay down a big chocalate monster in their nest and say take that you fuckers!.
I argued some more about fuel talk about dog with a bone!.I got a copy of the strokes new lp which is out next year through a mate at rough trade records to which they are signed and its blown me away like rediscovering the long lost prono mags hid inside your status quo album you can,t help but thumb through them like they were new (wel them pages that ain,t stuck together)
So monday roles round work and updating on here waiting for mrs fuel grumps to come home from her weight conselling meeting thus makes it safe to go to Ossett again knowing it won,t disappear in a landquake
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Must dash ps rucks santa claus,s cumming to town
Went to my nephews fifth birthday parties arrrgh fuckin screaming kids everywhere(my heart goes out to libra you do a fuckin ace job).Got to eat jelly,jam sandwiches beat the living shit outta the pinata(how come blokes like whacking sticks over thing....uggg.uggg.ggg caveman bash!),hurt my back falling off the outside trampoline trying a ill fated sommersault Nadia kommnech i think not!.
That zapped the bashsters energy plus the nagging other halfs blast over our fuel bills(we use more energy than that fire down in London.I chilled watched the X factor and th skeleton key on dvd which was ace i love Kate Hudson a under rated actress and i fancied her mum when i was 13.
Sunday was a day of buying a mp3 cd player for my ford puma for 20notes bargain off the car boot,12cds on one means not having cds scattered all over the car.
I visited the death dodger my gran 86 fucks sake still doddering on cool!.I washed the car which was then crapped on by a big bird(not the missis)i would love to climb a pole or a tree pull down my pant and lay down a big chocalate monster in their nest and say take that you fuckers!.
I argued some more about fuel talk about dog with a bone!.I got a copy of the strokes new lp which is out next year through a mate at rough trade records to which they are signed and its blown me away like rediscovering the long lost prono mags hid inside your status quo album you can,t help but thumb through them like they were new (wel them pages that ain,t stuck together)
So monday roles round work and updating on here waiting for mrs fuel grumps to come home from her weight conselling meeting thus makes it safe to go to Ossett again knowing it won,t disappear in a landquake
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Must dash ps rucks santa claus,s cumming to town
