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Ah, the wonders of Nytol. Sleep was not forthcoming last night (it seldom is on a Sunday - too much lazing about!) So I had to spend the first two hours of work today with a Nytol Hangover. Very very odd thing - you're heart's still beating really slowly, so you're terribly relaxed about everything.
Also, The Woman Who Never Shut Up has been put on our team, which doesn't help. She won't shut up! Plus she smells of Drinking, which isn't usually a bad thing, but at 9.30 am aint a great sign.
No comedy observations today, so have a joke:
This is best read aloud, and Rastafarians can be used instead of Scousers, but my Jamaican accent is shocking.
A man is throwing a fancy dress party. He's a bit of a highbrow nobber, so he insists that all of his guests come dressed as emotions - jealousy, happiness, etc. Suddenly there's a knock at the door. Mr Highbrow opens the door to see two Scousers with a six-pack and a couple of optimistic smiles.
"Hiya," says Scouser no.1, "We noticed you was 'avin a party, like, and we wondered if we could join."
Mr Highbrow would rather not let these two reprobates into his house, but doesn't really want to just say 'no' to their faces. However, he reckoned, the dress code would bound to have them so stumped that they wouldn't bother...
"Sure," concedes Mr Highbrow, "But there's a dress code. You have to both come as emotions."
The Scousers both furrow their brows in thought.
"Oh," says Scouser no.1, at which both turn and walk away.
Mr Highbrow shrugs of the attempted Crashing, and gets back to enjoying his pretentious emotion themed party. An hour later, there is another knock at the door, which Mr Highbrow opens, only to see the two Scousers stark bollock naked. Scouser no.1 has his member placed in a bowl of trifle, while his friend seems to have his penis inserted into a hollowed-out pear.
"What the fuck...?" gasps Mr Highbrow. "I said you had to come as emotions. What the Hell are you doing?"
Scouser no.1 grins at Mr Highbrow.
"Well my friend here is deep in dis pear, and I am fuckin' dis custard."
Hubby is going out soon, so I shall have muchos scribbling time. Was toying around with an idea for a story at the gym that might interest Sealgirl, but I really must finish the things I've started first! After a long ideas session with Hubby realised that a lot of work needs doing to Chappy 9 or it's going to end up going nowhere...
Also, The Woman Who Never Shut Up has been put on our team, which doesn't help. She won't shut up! Plus she smells of Drinking, which isn't usually a bad thing, but at 9.30 am aint a great sign.
No comedy observations today, so have a joke:
This is best read aloud, and Rastafarians can be used instead of Scousers, but my Jamaican accent is shocking.
A man is throwing a fancy dress party. He's a bit of a highbrow nobber, so he insists that all of his guests come dressed as emotions - jealousy, happiness, etc. Suddenly there's a knock at the door. Mr Highbrow opens the door to see two Scousers with a six-pack and a couple of optimistic smiles.
"Hiya," says Scouser no.1, "We noticed you was 'avin a party, like, and we wondered if we could join."
Mr Highbrow would rather not let these two reprobates into his house, but doesn't really want to just say 'no' to their faces. However, he reckoned, the dress code would bound to have them so stumped that they wouldn't bother...
"Sure," concedes Mr Highbrow, "But there's a dress code. You have to both come as emotions."
The Scousers both furrow their brows in thought.
"Oh," says Scouser no.1, at which both turn and walk away.
Mr Highbrow shrugs of the attempted Crashing, and gets back to enjoying his pretentious emotion themed party. An hour later, there is another knock at the door, which Mr Highbrow opens, only to see the two Scousers stark bollock naked. Scouser no.1 has his member placed in a bowl of trifle, while his friend seems to have his penis inserted into a hollowed-out pear.
"What the fuck...?" gasps Mr Highbrow. "I said you had to come as emotions. What the Hell are you doing?"
Scouser no.1 grins at Mr Highbrow.
"Well my friend here is deep in dis pear, and I am fuckin' dis custard."
Hubby is going out soon, so I shall have muchos scribbling time. Was toying around with an idea for a story at the gym that might interest Sealgirl, but I really must finish the things I've started first! After a long ideas session with Hubby realised that a lot of work needs doing to Chappy 9 or it's going to end up going nowhere...
