There has not no blogitude for a week, for I has been immersed in diverse activites, including a spectacular new item for the blog.
Alas, it's taking, like, a million years!
And I finished phase one last night... and it's too bimmin' big to save into a blog!
So, back the the drawing board.
On the downside, whilst I go back and re-visit (or, more likely, abandon) my improbable achievement, I'll be returning to enthrall you with tales of derring-do.
Or doggie-do.
or something.
But not today, for there is a most depressive list of woeful entanglements to catch-up upon, incorporating, but not limited to, Pedrolian cancelment, the inadvertent upsetting of Sexy Hexe, emergency reschedulement of barnet trimmage due to surprise celebratory curry (and therefore inconveniencing the sexy Sweeney Toddette), the tuttage of finger pointy OAPs behind the wheel at gardeners, the replacement of the BarBabe with Trollzilla (who had more of a balcony than a shelf - actually, more like a dishevelled bean bag dropped into a vat of lard), yet another free banquet awarded, and the representation of Holland by a bike, 2 plants, a pacman , a cherry and a white flag.
Not to mention the luring of The Xym back out to The Whatacunt with the promise of a myriad of Pretties.
Braving the threat of being knifed up by gaychavs, The Xym scaredy catly ventured out for Britpoppin'... and instead of being hit by gaychavs, once again he's being hit on by gaychavs!
And what's worse is the promised proliferation of Pretties was like finding you need holes in Giant Haystacks knackersack, being as there was a shortage of sexy sirens sashaying about.
FoxyRockChick: "What about her, she's Hot!"
The Xym: "Look, she's with him."
FoxyRockChick: "No, they're just friends"
The Xym: "No, they're an item"
FoxyRockChick: "Trust me - I'm a women. We womens know these things. Notice the body language"
The Xym: "yeah, it tells me they're a couple"
FoxyRockChick: "Trust me. You're a man. You don't understand these things. They're friends. Nothing more. I'd stake my life on it"
The Xym: "I still think you're wrong"
FoxyRockChick: "Nope. Friends. Definately."
*turns around to see Man stroking Hottie's ass as they eat each others faces against the wall*
See - The Xym knows the way of it!
Womens intuition my best
