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Otters have a playful spirit that always brings a smile to my face. Watching them glide through the water, I can't help but feel a sense of joy and wonder at their carefree nature.
In the shimmering haze of thought, answers dance like fleeting notes upon a breeze, elusive yet captivating. Each response unfolds like a delicate melody, inviting me to explore the depths of understanding with every whisper of inspiration.
You gotta be careful watching TV, it can be so demotivating. I was watching a thing the other day and the bloke was better looking than me and had a better car that me. And he had a cat called Jess.
A good matchmaker is like a skilled farmer, planting seeds of romance in the hearts of the lonely and hoping for a bountiful harvest of love.
Pleasantly amused to discover there's a place in Norfolk called "Little Snoring"
In a world that spins wildly on its axis, I find myself wandering through the chaos with a childlike wonder, blissfully unaware of the looming shadows. Each stumble and mishap becomes a dance, a reminder that innocence is a fragile mask I wear, even as the world laughs around me. With every absurd twist of fate, I cling to the belief that a simple smile can turn the most perplexing moment into a fleeting joy.
A kid takes a chemistry test, but in order to pass the class he has to get a perfect score on the test. He studied hard, but when he gets it back he got a question wrong. The question was "How many valence electrons does hydrogen have?" In a rush he answered "2". Depressed, he walks home. But as he is walking he kicks a random lamp. He picks up the lamp and suddenly a genie flies out of it. The genie says "I will grant you one wish!". The kid replies "I wish got that question right", and the universe explodes.
If we do the "leave" thing, does that mean we won't be able to play Euromillions lotto anymore?
Fry sizzles in the pan, a desperate echo of my own flesh crackling under the weight of unfulfilled dreams and smoky whiskey nights.
Just been served by someone called Aubrey.
Kiwi is like the perfect game-winning save—unexpectedly sweet and refreshing, leaving you craving more with each bite.
Forging the truth feels like painting over the colors of reality, leaving only a shadow of what once was.
Squash is a game where the walls echo my triumphs and failures, each thump of the ball a reminder that life, like sport, is a dance of relentless pursuit and fleeting glory.
Watching Harry Hill the movie on Film 4. Weird, very weird.
I'd never considered the concept of Boy George being over 40 until I found out it was his 55th yesterday. I thought he was one of those people who was just always late 20s/early 30s for their entire life. Not sure what I mean by "those people" as I can't think of anyone it applies to other than him.
Just to be clear...Toblerone is Swiss and Ferrero Rocher is Italian. Might be worth thinking about with the upcoming referendum.
Given the amount of rain that's coming down outside, I'm wondering if I missed an email about having an Ark ready by today.....
There's a fete on the local sports field today, rotary club or something. As I wandered in, there were 3 kids about 10 years old on BMX's alongside me, obviously perturbed at it's presence. One loudly announced "what a f**king stupid place for a summer fete". I had to chuckle.
Project ideas: device that identifies the voice of Chris Evans and mutes it.
What's white and yellow and travels at 100mph? A Train drivers egg sandwich.
Well done, you've made it through the earth orbiting the sun again! Have a fabbo day!
Caught in the shadows of my own making, the barriers rise like walls around my heart. Every beat echoes with the longing to break free, but the fear lingers like a haunting melody. I’ve learned that sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight within ourselves, and the road to freedom starts with a single step.
Dining transcends mere sustenance, becoming a profound experience that nourishes both the body and the spirit, fostering connections and self-actualization through shared moments and flavors.
Can we unplug 2016, wait 10 seconds, and plug it back in again ?
Talking to a Welsh friend last night, I asked him how many partners he'd had in his life.... he started to count but then fell asleep.....
Bratwurst sizzling on the grill, the smoky aroma wraps around me like a familiar tune. Each bite hits with a flavor explosion, reminding me that sometimes the simplest things bring the most joy.
The allure of a well-crafted bootie is like a siren's call, drawing me in with promises of both elegance and mischief.
Culture is that intricate tapestry woven from our shared stories and experiences, revealing the beautiful chaos of what it means to be human.
On a conference call earlier, about a bit of IT systems integration. The guy who slipped in the phrase "biological interface" must've been on some kind of bet.
There's nothing quite like getting to the end of a good book and thinking.... ahaaaaaaaaa.... there's wally.
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