Monday, 1 September 2008

Jane Mansfield's Balls

I'm not a well woman. My shit's like cakemix and smells like dead people.

I've been sick down myself twice this evening and the second time it came out of my nose.



Anonymous said...

You are indeed Shakespeare reincarnated...

Gorilla Bananas said...

I suggest you fast for a few days. Pretend to be a muslim, and you'll get invited to have your evening meal with them. The hijab is now available in a number of attractive colours.

Mr. Nighttime said...

Obviously you are trying to appeal to the vast number of proctologists that read this blog.

miladydewinter said...

Well, from blogs I've seen, 99.9% of bloggers seem to talk shit all the time, so I do my best to join in when I can.

Famulus - Thank you. I'm glad someone appreciates my elloquence.

Gorilla - RE: hijab - I don't think so - I've just paid £90 to have my hair done, I'm not going to bloody cover it up now!

Nighttime - Of course!

Shit is firming up. Not so much like cakemix now as like raw pasty.

zoe said...

You certainly do have a way with words, you old bag. Switch from gin to water for the next month and you'll be fine.