khay

^has been working hard all day!

Crime busters of the sea!

I think its a seal.

At the moment it gives me something todo while at work. Used to spend quite a lot of time on them when i was stil at school. Only when at work now a days though. I speak as much shite on here as i do anywhere else.

I work to early to have breakfast. I normally manage to hold out till lunch time. Where i then big out. we have a really nice orange and choc chip muffin.

Still waiting to have mine.

Has been and gone.

clue

I try giving it shot soon then.

Never could get into that album, all i ever had on was that song.

Let the moose loose about the hoose!

^once was like bird, but could not fly away to the trees on the other side of the rainbow.

Thats not random.

Foo Fighters accounce tour of the us with weezer as support. think we should see them round here for their tour some time in the new year probally with more festival appearances next year aswell.

Should not pitty me, the fool.

Nut is not a nutter.

Wants brock to be a man.

is no longer a boy.

May want to live in spain. why not i say.

like what ?

Old Sean lived alone in Northern Ireland. He wanted to spade up his potatogarden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Mick, who used to help him,was in an English prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament: Dear Mick, I am feeling a mite down because it looks like I won't be able to plant me potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me. Love, Dad A few days later he received a letter from his son: Dear Father, For CHRIST'S SAKE, don't dig up the garden! That's where I buried all them feckin' BODIES! Love, Mick At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen agents from Scotland Yard and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden down to a depth of about six feet. That evening, not finding any bodies, they apologized to the old man and left. The next day the old man received another letter from his son: Dear Father, Go ahead and plant yer spuds now. It's the best I could do under the circumstances Love, Mick

Would like to live in france, if only for the summer wine he could drink of the long winter nights.