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my great grandpappy always said:
"if you can't change your life, change the colour scheme on your blog."
wise man he was, old great grandpappy.
psychic too it seems, considering he died long before the birth of blogging.
hmmm...
more changes to come in the near future.
cope.
19 Comments:
i LIKE it!
Me too!
Oooh, so pretty!!!
You are something of a technological wunderkind, my darling Nadine. How do you do it? *shakes head in awe*
bevis and fits: ta. but don't get too used to it. i could change it again ANY MINUTE!
tuppy: you know i'm your hero. now MAKE ME CUPCAKES!
You need a rug in here, it would really tie the whole thing together.
hmmm, i feel funny.
you never did deal well with change, elmossy.
don't worry though, it'll look better soon.
*channels my mother*
does it have to be black? it's so DEPRESSING!
*exorcises*
wow fluff, your mother sounds EXACTLY like my mother.
but then, have you ever seen them in the same place together?
*plans sting*
very purty. It must be spring.
I like it!
POST RIGHT NOW. Thank you.
sheesh, v-o-g!
up in my grill much?
i'm busy.
and lacking in much to say.
i promise you a post by the end of the day.
i can't promise quality though.
Woo-hoo!
A crappy post comin' our way!
Yay!
I do love a complementary colour scheme involving Mauve.
Lovely, Nads. You can decorate my humble abode, any time (Will you do it naked?)
Which is a great lead-in for a bad joke which I think is rather hilarious.
Three nuns are painting a room. They decide to strip naked so they don't get paint on their habits. They lock the door and begin to paint.
Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" asks a nun.
"Blind man," a voice replies.
The nun shrugs her shoulders and unlocks the door. The man walks in.
"Nice tits. Now where do you want these blinds?"
Is it wrong of me that I like this joke?
It is?
Can we pretend I never admitted that, then?
Thanks.
Grill? I'm up in your grill?
I would like to direct you to the following little known (but still too legit to quit) passage in Genesis.
And the earth was filled with happiness, and fidelity; and bitch fights were unknown upon the face of the world. And the Spirit of God realised it was boring.
And God said, Let there be talkshows: and there were talkshows.
And God saw the talkshows, that it was good: and God divided the Jerry Springer from the Ricki Lake, Maury Povich from the Jenny Jones.
And God called the Springer show Trash, and the Ricki Lake he called Intellectual Trash. And God declared all guests would 'Do What They Want'.
And then God declared 'kool aid' to be the new 'grill', and the lady who was sleeping with her mother's boyfriend's father (who was, in actual fact, a woman) said 'Don't Be Getting All Up In My Kool-Aid' and she saw that it was good.
I'd refer to the bit in Leviticus where I talk about having you stoned if you don't blog again shortly, but I'm a bit worried about religious overkill.
I'm a fun guy! Ask me anything, go on! I can shoot tequila like no one's business, and my Beyonce impersonation has St Peter in stitches - and St Gabriel a little confused, sexually speaking. He thinks I don't know, but I'm God for fucks sake. I know everything.
hey v-o-g,
have you seen my bloved lord randolph forphington iii lately?
howz he doing?
Oh yeah, we catch up a fair bit. His one of the few people up here who have a clue about the whole world of blogs (hint hint, Aris-"Oooh Aren't I So Clever And Wise, But What's An Inner Net?"-totle) so we hang out a bit at the Internet Cafe Tommy Edison set up a few years ago. He's still totally sweet on you too, Nadine.
Marilyn Monroe hit on him the other day and he was all "My lady, whilst thou art a pleasing specimen of womanhood, my Heart and Soul belongeth to only one buxom lady - La Nadine."
Mary Magdalene reckons he's gay, but then she's said that about everyone at some time or another - Jesus included.
oh my forphy!
please to be giving him a long, hard tongue pash and a bit of a grope for me.
how i miss him so.
"please to be giving him a long, hard tongue pash and a bit of a grope for me."
Or as we call it up here, the REAL Sunday service!
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Don't let the Family First fuckers ever tell you I don't have a sense of humour.
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