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Divine Comedy
slap stick...
or is that the same thing?
I try to slap my stick at least once a week....
at least that must give you some joy boy!
buy a pair of bright red socks,amazing how this will cheer you up!
oops....uummmm, socks..... it's the age, or else i'm the divine comic here!
At least I can count on my mother to increase the number of comments on my posts.
Small blessings...
That reminded me of an incident from my own life. I was in grad school, walking out to the car with a friend after class. I was quite grumpy and said "I've had the worst fucking day....."; at that exact moment, a bird shat on my forehead.
I don't know what my friend remembers, but I will forever remember the look of absolute shock on her face. Some slaptsick IS divine.
I once fell of a multi story car park and landed on my head.
When I was 4 I nearly jumped off the top of Dover castle.
Someone once tried to embed a meat cleaver into my face.
Then some bastard slapped a vodka bottle in my ear.
I've been stabbed in the neck, kicked in the balls and beaten by the police.
Some days I long for birds just to shit on my forehead.
Be happy that God loves you Debra.
Baggel, your future biographer will probably say something facetious like 'but if not for all this...we wouldn't have the art'.
I'd quite like to be that future biographer. I promise if that is my role, I shall endeavour NOT to write that sentence.
Although I will no doubt be thinking it.
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