I've always said, the world was a better place when a Tom and Jerry cartoon was squeezed in at 7 o'clock.
My beloved put the winter waffle bedding on last night, and now I know why a hibernating Grizzly Bear is so miserable if you wake it up.
Four wheel tracking today, 'cos my car eats tyres for a living. Short rib in the oven and an arse clenching, early season, relegation 6 pointer on the telly.
Wasn't me. You can send one to pick me up, but not my beloved.
Every time!!! Every. Fucking. Time, I approach a roundabout there's some bellend turning right. Probably the only bellend that's turned right in the last 5 minutes... and will be for the next 5.
I've had a pair of shorts on today that have no pockets.
I've come to the conclusion that pockets are severely underrated.
Tiddles the Yorkshire Tiger has been moved to a secret address after threats of revenge attacks from left wing activists were received by zoo officials.
Watching 'The Blame', (it's not bad at all), and they're eating Chinese food in the house with chopsticks.
Who the fuck eats Chinese food in the house with chopsticks?!?
Dropped my beloved of at the hairdressers, so I thought I'd pop in on Gladys for old times' sake.
She's still the best.
















