That's why I drink in the Crown...
So. Yesterday I got a history of glass making from Mel. Today I learn that the molten iron core of this planet we call Earth is hotter than the surface of the sun. Jenny (monkeys slightly deranged Mrs) has got a new dog called ashtray that runs into closed doors. Jan (Beardy weirdy Howards better half) popped in for a drink between young Indian boys - hmmm. Diddy Dave was 40 and remarkably sober, and, because I cannot resist the whole learning experience, I have drunk more pints of hobsons than is wise. Viva le Crown.
Anyway. I may or may not be moving house on Friday. So I've been up in the loft again. And I'm being harsh. Justify your existence or tomorrow you visit the dump. So, all the old 'adult literature' has to go. I've joined the digital age. I have almost 80 gig of class pornography on the hard drive. The fading, yellow, preteen-sticky magazine collection must go. But its like saying goodbye to old friends. Even now, after more beer than a lot, Dawn, the Club international biker girl brings a smile to my loins. But I'm strong. The magazines go. The comics are of course collectors items & will go on to insulate my new loft. The sofa & Chairs have also gone to furniture heaven (sorry Jo) & most of my socks are hole ridden & skip bound. Boy am I going to be pissed if I'm not moving house next Friday.
Still, the molten iron core of this planet we call Earth is hotter than the surface of the sun. Wow.
Anyway. I may or may not be moving house on Friday. So I've been up in the loft again. And I'm being harsh. Justify your existence or tomorrow you visit the dump. So, all the old 'adult literature' has to go. I've joined the digital age. I have almost 80 gig of class pornography on the hard drive. The fading, yellow, preteen-sticky magazine collection must go. But its like saying goodbye to old friends. Even now, after more beer than a lot, Dawn, the Club international biker girl brings a smile to my loins. But I'm strong. The magazines go. The comics are of course collectors items & will go on to insulate my new loft. The sofa & Chairs have also gone to furniture heaven (sorry Jo) & most of my socks are hole ridden & skip bound. Boy am I going to be pissed if I'm not moving house next Friday.
Still, the molten iron core of this planet we call Earth is hotter than the surface of the sun. Wow.
posted by Old Man Rich at 10:54 PM
5 Comments:
recycle your porn! there are some very needy young boys in telford who would just love to discover your stash in a bush, by an underpass.
I've had to be gone for a long time, and my scarcity will continue for some time to come, but I am trying to catch up.
I bought the book with the play bouncers in it. Good stuff. You ought to try his play teechers as well. It's very funny too. I thought so anyhow.
I have been working on plans for my next house which is going to be underground. That greenhouse is exactly what my next house is going to lok like only with less sun and plants and just a wee smaller. Not much, but a wee.
And yes, furry toilet seat covers suck. I stopped reading on the shitter though. I found that I would get into reading and get so lost in te book that by the time I finally had the thought of moving, my legs were completely shot and several times I've nearly killed myself because my legs were completely gone for a spell. I now play cell phone video games on the shitter and find I don't spend so much time there and my legs have fared well for it. Just a thought.
I miss you fuckers.
Until later...
I thought people moved into houses so they could justify keeping MORE stuff, not to throw stuff out. Still, you'll make some unsuspecting dumpster diver very happy.
If I lived near the crown I'd drink in it!
i,m glad you enjoyed your Hobsons!but then don't you always
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