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There are some things I cannot talk about — 15 Comments

  1. No thanks.  I have enough trouble with you moggie teasing Sandy.  One of these days, I’m just going to quietly open the door……   Heh!

  2. Sneezy – Well, maybe it wasn’t a rat?  Maybe it was another guinea pig?  Or a very large mouse?  Or the nighbour’s grey cat?

    Johnie – That is un-fucking-believable!!  They want to ban bar codes now?  I have seen it all.

  3. Groandad- why the sudden article about meeces? Are them make-up ladies from the Blog Awards still after you?

    And the mousey article is like a warding off of the evil (but lovely) girls a bit like you’d hang garlic up to keep Fianna Fail canvassers away?

    I’m telling yiz, Groandad. You’ll be bundled into a car some night and be found wandering the Wicklow hills dazed but with a terrific foundation and just the necessary breath of mascara.

    They are on to you. I’d not be in your Jimmy Choo’s for love nor money.

  4. Con – Them young make-up wimmin are more than welcome here any time.  I’d soon show them what a real man wants from a real woman, and it has fuck all to do with mascara.  😈

    Jim C – Walt Disney can fuck off.  If he owns all mice then I will sue him for trespass.  Fair enough?

  5. Groandad Con – Them young make-up wimmin are more than welcome here any time.  I’d soon show them what a real man wants from a real woman, and it has fuck all to do with mascara.

    You want them to make your dinner?

  6. Haha I agree with herself! Makes you sound dirty but I know otherwise. One scooted across the floor the other day little devil. He’s now a little dessicated!

  7. I like mice. Probably goes back to when my mother explained to me that the family under the floorboards were just like us except they were mice.

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