Thursday, 29 September 2011

Come, Mr Taliban - tally up me pandas...

Yes!
There hath been no bloggage!
There hath been no bloggage
For days!

For The Xym hath been bogged down in a stagnant mere of misery, combined with much tasks of employment, the creation of eBooks, research into Things Of A Varied Nature, the catching up of the ever-growing pile of unwatched Blu-Rays and diverse other creative works. Not to mention Lord Morpheus overusing his posing pouch of sand upone mine eye.

So, alas, I fear you have missed out on tales of raping, pillaging and murdering Xmas trees on the rampage. Of nudie superwomen Saving The Day with flange-in-face muffocation breath inhibitors. Of Space Monsters traversing the Norfolk skies, abducting farming folk and bunging beets up their bots for sexual experimentation. Not to mention additional assassinatory attempts at silencing The Xym.

And much more besides.

I shall try and find the time to regail you with more tales of the wonder and excitement in the life of The Xym (as he now seems to be eye-candy for nubile cleaning maids, sexy serving wenches, office strumpets and passing Pretties! In fact, Pretties in general seem to be taking A Shine to The Xym!).

And that's despite the Blue Tongue of Skink (not to be confused with the Blue Waffle of Skank. Although getting the blue tongue of skink from the blue waffle of skank... now that would be a result! Or something).

Anyhew, to compensate for the lack of recent words of wisdom, here's a picture of a bunch of baby pandas on a pink blanket in an oversized cot for you to coo at. And if you're not a pigeon, they're there for you to Awwww at. Especially the one top left what just wakey up.

Awwwwww!