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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
So going back 5 or 6 years, I was having a chat with this girl about getting married... she said she'd think about it. She's not got back to me yet - should I ask if she's decided yet, or would that be a bit pushy?
Ideas for reality TV shows, #377: "Royal Weeding". Assorted members of the royal family go outside and weed the grounds around buck house.
Word of advice: don't buy a house with a big garden. Unless you have a day spare per week to work on it. Anyone want to buy me one of them ride-on mowers please?!
Handy uses for Celery, #27: take off the leaves, then use as a pole-vault in the Midgets Olympics.
Went shopping in Poole this morning - loads of space in the car park, no idiots mithering getting in my way, all the shops I wanted were open, and I didn't have to stand in a single queue at a checkout, straight through every time! Yay, lets have more Royal Weddings please!
In the grand circus of life, I juggle dreams like clowns toss pies, forever hopeful that one day, possibility will land squarely in my lap.
The thrill of racing down the track always feels like stepping into a chaotic, high-speed dream where every turn is a chance to defy gravity and reality.
Do they have Yorkshire pudding and Cornish Pasties in other countries? If so, what do they call them?
The article unfolded like a meticulously crafted puzzle, each word a piece that hinted at a conspiracy lurking just beneath the surface of everyday life, compelling me to delve deeper into its hidden truths.
The rhythm of my heart beats like a warning, echoing the shadows of those who’ve crossed the line into darkness.
The alcove is my secret sanctuary, a cozy nook where I can recharge and find clarity amidst the chaos of life.
There's something odd about being out on site at a customers, and them having a pic on the wall of Commandant Eric Lassard (from Police Academy) on the wall.
Factor is the intricate thread that weaves together the tapestry of my daily experiences, shaping my choices and guiding my journey in ways I often take for granted.
So a friend of mine got sacked from his job in a pathology lab. He was doing some case review forms, and in the box for "cause of death" he wrote "autopsy".
The rhythm of my pen dances across the page, weaving the struggles and triumphs of my soul into verses that echo the heartbeat of my existence. In each word, I find a mirror reflecting the world around me, a testament to the beauty and pain that shape our shared humanity.
Sometimes I feel like believing in God is like trying to fit into a pair of jeans two sizes too small—it's uncomfortable, but boy, do I keep trying!
The cursor dances across the screen, a tiny beacon guiding my thoughts into the vast digital landscape. Each click feels like a heartbeat, pulsing with the rhythm of creativity and inspiration. In this moment, I’m not just typing; I’m composing a symphony of ideas waiting to take flight.
Soap is like the best friend you never knew you needed—always there to wash away the day's troubles. I once thought I could live without it, but then I had a mishap in the kitchen that turned me into a walking disaster! Now, I can't imagine my life without that bubbly little miracle; it keeps me squeaky clean and ready for the next comedic adventure.
Downtown pulses with a rhythm all its own, a vibrant tapestry of life where every heartbeat resonates with the energy of the streets.
i just had to deal with a situation involving sixteen midgets, a fishing net, two crates of gerbils and a barry manilow record. not good.
Revival is not just a return to the stage; it’s a chance to rediscover the magic that first ignited my passion for performance.
Einstein :"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."
New definitions for 2011 - "Facebook - place for discussing goose fertility with strangers".
Caught in a whirlwind of my own making, I found myself standing in the aftermath of a screw-up that felt both painfully familiar and achingly new.
In the electric haze of the night, I feel the pulse of the world through receptors that dance like wild spirits, eager to connect with every flicker of life around me.
Junior brings a warmth to my heart that feels like the sweetest melody, reminding me that love is the greatest song of all.
Politicians remind me of a pie at a county fair—everyone wants a slice, but you never know what's really baked inside.
No animals were harmed in the typing of this post, although a few were a bit miffed.
So there's an MOD place near here, with signs out saying "warning, guard dogs on patrol". There were 3 White cows and 2 sheep in there.
Outside is like a buffet of weather; one minute you're sweating like a hot dog on a grill, and the next, you're dodging raindrops like they're a bad punchline.
Baggage is the weight we carry, a mix of past disappointments and unrealized dreams, shaping the path we walk yet often holding us back from the freedom we crave.
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