Ta-da!
I went for tasteful, Internet. I hope you like it.
Today's other piece of news is that the hole in my pyjama pants is not fixable.
I can feel a definite draught when I stand up.
I also have to walk around the house with my back to the wall in order to preserve the decorum of my
Faced with a similar sartorial crisis, J blames it on his massive balls; but I do not have that option.
I'll miss my pyjamas. Now they look like a Union Suit, with the arse bit cut out.They saw me through many adventures!
RIP, nice pyjama bottoms. You cost me eight quid, six years ago, and I liked to depend on you.
(This spellchecker is shit.
It doesn't know the following words: pyjama, sartorial, callipygian, or arse.)
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