He said, breaking the Merseybeat theme that seemed to have somehow grown around the last few posts…
Have I told you about my time down on the frigging firing range last week? Yeah. I might be just a civvy but the weapons training staff look at me in a new light.
Who da man?
In what way do you think? Respectful? Laughing? Disbelief? Fearsome? Chiding? You really must be more specific!
I’m now your wife’s dearest, bestest friend.
I thought the ‘Who da man?’ was sufficient clueage. 🙂 I shall blog it then, in all its glorious erm glory. 🙂
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Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party. I don’t know why it is but it apparently is. And what kind of party needs aid from *good* men? I’da thort you’d want the really bad ones there to make a big night of it. And some really bad girls too. I mean. It’s stupid having loads of good men there innit? Unless we’re talking ‘good’ in a kind of not behavioural way. ‘Good’ as in ‘he’s a really good bloke’ kind of way. Anyway. Too many ways.
But anyway that should be long enough for a comment test to poke out any 500 server errors that may or may not be lurking. No?
Well smack my botty and call me an M.P. it looks like the commenting is working fine.
I’ll put away my fireman’s outfit and rescue wellies. Unless you want me to keep them on.. You’re like that. I’ve heard…
I deny everything. Even that. And that. And that. And that too. And that. And that. Ooh. And that!
Clearly you have forgotten the camera phone and YouTube…