An ill wind is blowing. Last night I was stirred from my slumber by a crow calling three times. Caw… caw… well you know what a crow sounds like. Passing to my window, I trod on a piece of lego. Oh, it went right in the heel. Turning on my television set, I noticed the reception wasn’t great. Not terrible, just not great. Hear me well, no good can come of your trip to the theatre tonight, no good at all. And if you ask me…
That’s just bloody rude.
It’s not pointless if the guy thinks slick tires are going to stick to a slick road. That’s just idiotic.
Fucking roadies thinking they’re real mountain bikers. Never fails to make me laugh.
Sorry. When I posted you hadn’t edited it on my screen so I wasn’t sure if you knew.