Showing posts with label bad childrens books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad childrens books. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 August 2009

I'm so sorry

I'm so sorry, I can't believe I wrote a post about my biscuit tin.

Geez I need to get laid.

Please accept my apologies and this selection of bastardised childrens book titles.
















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Quote of the day

‘They tuck you up your mum and dad...’
Anon - after Larkin

“Philately will get you everywhere”
WEM

“It’s not the despair, I can handle the despair. 
It’s the hope I can’t deal with”
Clockwise

“Each new friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
Anais Nin

‘Come on Dover move your bloomin’ arse’.
Eliza Doolittle