Examiner: "Do you like driving?"
You: "Yeah, I do."
Examine: "Wow, because it seems like you must hate it, the way you fucked this test. You fucked it like you hated it."
You: "I resent that remark."
Examiner: "Maybe you shouldn't have fucked it then. Maybe then I wouldn't talk like that. Now, say you're sorry."
Fifteen minutes? That must have seemed like an age. Nicely done! You're getting this comedy lark sorted.
yeah - you missed out on an amazing night out. I also drank the pub dry - of milk! I had a lot of tea. And was extremely sober. And i ache all over from headbanging. Mark, Ralph and I rocked that place! Even if there was no real pole action from ourselves, just certain other members! Amazing.
I'm really glad your 15 gig went well!!! Congratulations. 15 minutes feels like forever when you are standing there!
How did the rest of your friends do? Was Holly's 15 minutes good too? Shame she was ill
You BETTER be down at Q's birthday - or i may just cry.
Glad the sets went well! I like designing things, its a great deal of fun although redrawing things from doodle work for a tattooist sucks, I swear I can never get it righ the second time!
Haha brilliant, well tattooists have to learn somehow, it doesn't come naturally I suppose! But yeah, I almost didn't get mine done yesterday as I had heyfever and was afraid I'd ruin it through a sneezing fit. I had to hold one back for a half an hour, it almost killed me!
Looking back now, I wish I'd eaten the bee too. I guess I was worried about its stinger spiking me in the throat on the way down. It's be a pretty cool gravestone though.
Man, sugar is excellent for propping up evergreen plants, and me. I swear by a good shakeaway to energise your muscles and mind.
Oh, and i'm usually unlucky in tastings, I usually only ever walk by in the supermarket when it's some shitey shot drink distilled from pure squirrel pooh. Or I'm driving, I'm not sure which is worse.
But on this occasion she tried to give me more, but I stuck to two, and wandered onwards to the smelly stuff area.
I do like Pimms though, my cousin introduced me to it in her south-west London garden one summer a couple of years ago. Lush.
Let your mum go, that'd be really sweet. Where and when is it on then?
I'm going to think ALL day about things to blog about, and i SHALL blog this evening, and it will probably be boring, but you've to pretend you're dazzled by it, right?
And girls don't like knives. We prefer to use our hands.
You: "Yeah, I do."
Examine: "Wow, because it seems like you must hate it, the way you fucked this test. You fucked it like you hated it."
You: "I resent that remark."
Examiner: "Maybe you shouldn't have fucked it then. Maybe then I wouldn't talk like that. Now, say you're sorry."
Fifteen minutes? That must have seemed like an age. Nicely done! You're getting this comedy lark sorted.
How tall were you in heels?