this frickin’ holistic medicine crap. i can’t believe it’s still legal to advertise things like a ’magnetic cure’.
you’re a non-believer then?
there’s no rational reason anyone should feel better after ’magnet therapy’.
hard drive failure? hard drive failure??
mmmm, i do feel better.
so, what was in the big box the postie dropped off?
i ordered the hard cover, "adult" edition of the harry potter books.
ok, fan boy. let’s just skip the part where you explain why you need the "adult" versions when you already have the original, brightly coloured ones and instead, you can tell me what the difference is between the two.
it’s really very simple, dear. the "adult" version contains all the really good stuff they couldn’t print in the children’s version. such as the special love hermione has for hagrid, what dumbledore really likes to do with his phoenix and what actually happened in the chamber of secrets between harry, ginny and the "giant serpent."
you couldn’t lie straight in a coffin could you?
do you know what the original title for book one was?
"harry potter and the philosopher’s bone"
i notice that you have ’furries pages’ bookmarked on the computer.
that’s,.. umm,.. research.
huh! fun project. i just don’t understand it myself.
some people find it easier to trust friendly images from their childhood than human beings,.. like you.
it gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ’finger puppets’, though.
,..also the phrase ’getting felt up’.
i’m not looking forward to work today. i’ve been getting the accounts ready for the end of the financial year but the computer is so damn slow, if i need to refer to a different spreadsheet, it takes me ages to get it up.
really? please excuse me.
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
for the moment. hoo, i think i’ve ruptured something.
they were such a bargain. marked down from $350
$350 for a pair of women’s jeans?
if i paid $350 for a pair of woman’s jeans i’d expect a pair of legs and a pelvis to still be inside them.
and you wonder why i’ve put a lock on my bedroom door.
a lock on your,...
hmm, that gives me an idea
ok, your turn.
i don’t think so.
while gargling hot man custard might not have been my first choice of activities at breakfast this morning, the promise of reciprocation was somewhat alluring. i realise that you’re male but why would you renege now?
well, to be honest, you don’t have the balls.