Tuppy, THERE IS NO MEAT!!! That’s the beauty of the Jam… Jiah… Jyoto… THAT burger. It’s all burdock and seaweed and stuff and it’s delicioso!
and thanks kindly Swampy, with six of the MOS burgers in you, that bronze-belly will be all the more um… -bronzed! (y’know, reading Swampy describe himself makes me wish I was gay in some way. Can I fantasize about these burly poolboys by proxy? Like, I’ll pretend they’re Burly pool GIRLS and yeah… um… that’s it!).
and I fully concur Ashes2 (how do I code the superscript ‘2’?). T-shirt prints of the various burger diagrams would be very cool! MOS actually do sell a series of high-end merchandise. I have a lovely chunky soup mug with the MOS logo and a small soup bowl (it’s probably a nut bowl, but I don’t do nuts, so it’s for a small amount of soup).
The yella eyes (how was that Swampy? ‘Southern’ enough?) don’t seem to be available for us folks who don’t wear glasses. The contact lense are all with degree, which pisses me off, cos I want red eyes. Are you a glasses person Ashes(2)? Or must you suffer the ignominy of perfect vision? sigh. So many nice glasses out there and I’m denied.
DENIED I tell ya!!!
POTUS sounds like something a toddler uses to learn toilet training.
Do ya think the CIA has a dossier on me now? <snerk!>
My mobile phone is on vibrate AND noise! I use the only sound (what do we call it, a ‘ring tone’? But it doesn’t ring! It makes a sound! although I have heard one that sounds like a good old RINGING phone. bring bring) that doesn’t make me want to through my nice red phone across the room (last time I did that the phone exploded into a million tiny pieces and it took me ten minutes to put it all back together! Mental notes were made that day). The only ring tone that I find acceptable is… a cricket!
No, not the boring guys in the white pants standing around playing with their bats and red balls, the li’l insect that goes >chirp chirp< >chirp chirp<. so when my phone rings no one realises it’s my phone. More often than not they say, ‘what’s that? A cricket?’ and someone else says ‘over the fence is six and out’ and ‘HOWZAT?!?’ and then someone else says, ‘not that kind of cricket’ and so on. By the time all this is done I usually don’t get to answer the call, so it’s also on vibrate, cos that’s just funny.
I did buy a ‘ring-tone’ once, I bought Kraftwerks’ POPCORN, cos I thought that would be cool and ironic and all Gen-Xy and stuff (we Gene-Xers are obliged to be ironic and cynical, it’s in the contract), and take me back to grade school days when we would all play along to POPCORN. But the version that arrived on my phone sucked big nasty chunky things! The song was not just abbridged, but CUT and off key and all sorts of BAD!!!
So no more buying dumb ‘ring-tones’ for me. Nosireebob!
on the domestic front, The Young Master woke up at 3am this morning and needed hugs (nightmares or something) so came into bed with Mrs Dangergene, et moi. all was fine until he decided to roll over, but instead of rolling span 180 degrees so his head was on my chest and his kicking legs were on Mrs Dangergene’s head. Needless to say we didn’t get much sleep. Again…
It’s almost payday! And the censorship relaxation should be in effect, so I should be able to go and buy all sortsa of previously banned but now available DVDs soon! Maybe… I hope… I wanna buy movies with boobies and swear words and fun stuff, like burly pool boys. -oops! um… ignore that last one. Really!
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