Now have another look, at around the 18 seconds mark, and see my face as I almost smash into another car.
Not much to report from The Palace of Many Sins today, as its only Monday and not much has had a chance to happen since I updated last. L has pissed me off a bit, but that�s nothing new, oh, and I just scored myself �40 doing a an hour of session singing for one of L�s clients. Dreadful song, banal lyrics, clunky melody, lacklustre performance�.client loves it!
*shakes head*
Slept in the den last night as L was snoring fit to wake the dead. Found a pair of knickers in the bed in the den. Not mine. Not the kids�. Texted the lodger and her partner and got the world�s MOST embarrassed texts back! Heeheehee. I just chucked em in the laundry with everything else. Knickers is knickers is knickers, huh?
Knickers is a good word. Especially when combined with knackers and knockers to make a lovely alliterative smutfest.
Ooooh! KnickersKnackersKnockers! Just sounds so much fruitier than PantiesBallsBoobs, don�t it? I pity you, Americans, not having knickersknackersknockers as part of your vernacular.