2 month blogaversary

Well that was a quick two months I must say. Sure there was a fair few days where I was forced to neglect you all, but even with those sidetracking deviations of a detour, this is the 100th post. How mint is that?

I've been trying to think of what to say, and I'm definetly not going to sully the happy occassion with my "love life".

I have been physically forced into pink swearing to let She who shall not be named cut my hair. I guess I should have tried to resist with two hands, but to be honest I can't be bothered to fight at the minute (unless it's verbally, I love a good argument and if you say I don't then it's on). I should really just go to bed now since I'm at work at 8am, but stuff it. Wish I was drunk though...

I made my first meal in the flat today and it hasn't killed anyone so far. Bare in mind that we've just finished so unless I accidentally laced it with striknine we should be alright for a bit.

I've also discovered that my Thundercats t-shirt anger isn't only limited to the same style of shirt. No no no, I saw a guy with a completely different one and immediately felt a bubble of rage build and explode in my chest. Imaging how I'll react when Sofa turns up to our Halloween party dressed as Mumm-Ra.

Talking about the halloween bash, I've decided to go as Skeletor (the live action one, not the cartoon. I may love the skull faced lunatic but I couldn't get away with painting my body blue). I have a couple of prospective special effects people who might be able to do a mask, but I'll look into that further.

Big up to Krizzle. And a big shout out to the makers of masking tape, you gave the monk and a wheelchair an hilarious night.

I meant to make this more cheery but what can you do?

Isn't it weird that I can wiggle the toes on my right foot quicker than those on the left? Added to that the fact that I can move the fingers on my left hand quicker than the right, I just don't understand anything anymore.

Well that didn't work. So here's a joke I've probably told everyone more than once...but my joking vocabulary is somewhat limited.

There are two nuns driving along in their mini when the devil jumps onto the bonnett of the car.

"Give me your souls!!!" the devil cried.

"Get off me car" the first nun replied.

"Make me" replied the devil, for he was the king of witty retorts.

"This isn't working Mary" says the second nun "Show him your cross."

To which the first nun replied "GET OFF ME FUCKING CAR!"