Hello, hello, hello… and in the words of Jake Shears, ‘Happy motherfuckin’ new year, you beeeautiful people!’. Oh, dear god yes. Slobbery kisses to all who didn’t receive them on new years eve. Rosy, Fred, my kids, etc, etc.. And I trust those who did receive them made it through relatively unscathed.
go-go-gadget hugs to y’all.
Jilly the bean xx
17-Jan-05 at 5:38 pm | Permalink
When Air comes back, and he will be back, I’m going to hump his leg so hard. *howls* *licks own balls*
17-Jan-05 at 6:39 pm | Permalink
that’s truly lovely..
17-Jan-05 at 8:48 pm | Permalink
I’m going to grab his hand then recoil, as if by merely touching him I’ve seen a grim glimpse of the future.
17-Jan-05 at 9:37 pm | Permalink
i’ve done that. It gave me terrible gas afterwards.
18-Jan-05 at 1:03 am | Permalink
Ah, the terrible price of second sight.
Gassy body.
18-Jan-05 at 11:10 am | Permalink
What has a fight and then does a trump.
Gaseous Clay.
I think I told it wrong.
18-Jan-05 at 1:10 pm | Permalink
I was going to make a ‘Gaseous Clay’ joke, but I couldn’t think of anything beyond the punchline. So you did a hell of a lot better than me.
Haha. ‘Gas’.
18-Jan-05 at 3:30 pm | Permalink
Ha ha. In your face, four-eyes. I don’t know about you, but this little pocket of “comments” life feels a wee bit post-apocalyptic, what with the lack of Bell posts. Except because it’s Bellsville, we’re huddling around a brassiere instead of a brazier.
18-Jan-05 at 5:12 pm | Permalink
I think you’ll find it’s actually ‘five-eyes’. You know, because of the three glaring eyes in the small of my back. I also wear glasses (only on my face eyes), theoretically bringing the eye total to seven.
If only I had a penis!!!
In the post-apocalypse, I plan on being one of the lame villagers who gets knocked around by the marauding tough guys, before being liberated by a mysterious bare-chested stranger.
19-Jan-05 at 12:13 pm | Permalink
Can we keep Little Milno out of this, please? I came from a different city claiming to have seen Bell fly by in a helicopter, and I’m holding a tattered photo of him from a magazine but it doesn’t make the people believe me; they won’t believe me. In between ranting I mostly eat dead dogs and drink out of irradiated puddles.
19-Jan-05 at 2:35 pm | Permalink
How’s about Aaaron changes his name to ‘Captain Walker’? I genuinely feel he can lead us to his own special ‘Morra Morra Land’.
19-Jan-05 at 4:01 pm | Permalink
>I mostly eat dead dogs and drink out of irradiated puddles
Very Mindfighter. Featuring the text adventure command least likely to ever to be guessed, “PORTRAY EVENTS THROUGH EYES”.