Sunday, 18 May 2014

May 18th - This city should be called Calamar.


Seriously. Then all of us people that live here would be called Calamari.

Which, if nothing else, would lighten the tone.

No one?

Just me then. Fine.



May 12th



Today, we have photos of tea. These are for Guen and Jo.




May 13th


May 14th






Just so we're all aware, the small child mannequin is not dressed as a pimp. That is traditional dress for the small chiefs among us. Also, why isn't that chievs? The small chives among us. It's like a title for a novel. Talking of which, I'm totally stuck on chapter six...



May 15th






Noticed today that my watch looks like a really sad frog giving my wrist a hug.

It's ok tiny frog.



May 16th






Having floored its opponent, the Chelsea tuctuc cocked a leg to pee on him.




May 17th

 
(Ah, I've just had my miss-spelling of Cercopan pointed out to me. I'd like it known that it was in no way deliberate. I offer a complete and utter retraction. The imputation was totally without basis in fact, and was in no way fair comment, and was motivated purely by malice, and I deeply regret any distress that my comments may have caused you, or your family, and I hereby undertake not to repeat any such slander at any time in the future.)

So, the guy with the Rottweiler had this in a kitchen draw. Jealous.



May 18th






Oh, yeah, you may have noticed a drop in 'blog quality. I'd like to blame our new author:



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