Yes it is. I cook pizza for dinner, our one night of depravity. Ha, I remember the depraved days of our youth. The goat and the garnish. Smoke and mirrors. Down, boy.
I thought I was beaten, but WordPress admitted they had a problem with linking from Amazon Kindle. It wasn’t me! Not that it actually makes a lot of difference, when I think about it…but that’s not what I will tell my wife.
In bed, remembered this blog. People have been reading it. Sorry!
Didn’t expect to have to perform on this page. I am waiting for the test match celebrating 100 years of rivalry between the Boks and the All Blacks. Laying on the bed, trying to levitate (no success), beginning to think about food. Perhaps a refreshing beer….
blood sample Plug staggered out from the blood clinic looking a little pale and fragile. He was quite prepared to give a blood sample for testing, for who knows what strange diseases he picked up on his recent travels? Probably nothing, for he is of upright character, and it would be unfair. He’s been goodContinue reading “My pen is my penis 4”
Plug seems to have quite a lot of labels, and to his pleasure these were all given freely and without solicitation. He particularly likes ‘Baby Boomer’, for he boomed many a baby in his time and, delightfully, these very babies generously applied most of the labels. ‘White Privilege’ and ‘Old Fart’ are recent recognitions. WhenContinue reading “Plug labels”
A young relative once told me that for my Christmas present he was going to make the enormous effort to read one of my books. It turned out to be Plug’s book, which he, his brothers, and their friends both analysed and approved of. When I wallow in my customary depression it is the oneContinue reading “My Pen is My Penis 2”
Mr Plug has been annoying me for years, from when I was a kid at school, during my working life, in romantic situations and now, the sod, he’s intruding on my dreams. I managed to get him in a headlock a couple of months back and wouldn’t release him until he’d promised to remove mostContinue reading “My Pen is My Penis”
It seems that this website is not actually a website in the true websittean sort of way. No one can actually see it. There are many advantages to that, of course, but in truth I was rather hoping for some feedback. Or was I?