Yeah! Sunshine! Woooo!
And the continuation of the stark realisation of my imminent baldness. Heres an equation for all you math types:
(Convertible + Sun) / Alex = Tanned bald spot
Stupid research types better hurry with a solution for my baldness. You think Koullas hanging around when my hairs all gone? Forget it! If I was Patrick Stewart then maybe she'd stick around but I'm not. And no wigs! Wigs are stupid.
When we go on long journeys, we play Ipod lottery. We plug it up to my car stereo and take it in turns to pick a song during the shuffle. It was all going well until I crossed the river. Whilst traversing the seedy part of Mile end, Koulla puts on "Club Tropicana".
Like I wasn't having enough of a problem trying to look manly with that blaring out in glorious audi symphony. I hate myself.
Dennis Quaid is on the telly. I always thought of him as a shit Harrison Ford....
Sunday, 8 June 2008
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2 comments:
That's funny...I always thought you were a shit version of me!
Improved version! Which isn't saying much.
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