Thursday, 10 March 2011

Talking to myself...Stuck in traffic...

Too many white van men..Mirror mirror on the winda...
I love this rosy lipstick:)
Drive on dear.

Saturday...Pork or beef?

Pork. Rice or pittas? Or both? Pittas with lettuce. Corn, loose or cobs? Loose. Cob nashing might result in dental prob.

No. you can't hurry me along merc man we aint going anywhere... twat face in...shove off.

Oh no I'm in the short lane...Let me in the long fully working lane. Please.
Aaah many thanks Fiesta Babe. Big leather gloved wave.

Sat night. Horror or guns? Guns. A gun in the hand is worth two chills up the spine. Let's shoot.

When will these blasted roadworks be done. La la la. "Keep back from the car in front don't suck in his fumes" Dear old Bill what a great instructor he was. Wonder if he's alive.

Coffee and walnut cake for weekend? Yes with no restrictions on how much we eat. Jogging works. Lost a massive two lbs in two weeks.

Aaaaagh another white van man behind....Noooo don't get on my back seat. Too late:(

Dawdle dawdle:)

At last a clear run>>>>>>>>>>>>:)

1 comment:

Terry said...

Too much driving not enough jogging.Just so you can wind up white van man!