I was awoken yesterday morning by the child screaming, "Die, die, die!" at her DS. That's all fine and dandy, until you take into consideration the fact that the only game she'll play at the moment is Nintendogs.

...I am totally going to get her to name a dog Jimmy, so she can chant 'die, Jimmy, die' at it.

I've just watched Sabin and Lethal vs the Naturals. ( Well... )

Sometimes I look at Sabin's face in stuff from the first few years of his career and think, it's like if Val Venis was actually sexy. And then I think what it would have been like if he'd had Venis' gimmick.

So, who knows what these guys are doing?


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Can someone explain to me exactly how I managed to forget Sabin saying he'd recognise Shelley's panting anywhere? I know I saw it, because I remember what came immediately after it, but somehow that little detail vacated my brain. You'd think I'd have fixated on that for, like, ever ( Read more... )

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Look what's in my tree:


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Auntie Debs: *coming in with the shopping*
Eve: "Did you get the glue?"
Auntie Debs: "Nice to see you too."
Eve: "I SAID did you get the GLUE?"

Know your fucking place, ginger.

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I miss Planet Jarrett. I miss the Canadian danger sense. I miss opening videos which warn viewers of impending unnecessary roughness. I miss Christmas trees made of barbed wire, and competitors losing by pissing themselves. I miss thong-clad idiots lecturing people from atop tables, and I miss John, Paul, George and Stingo ( Read more... )

I was sitting here, minding my own business, when my auntie phoned up and offered to buy us a car. Talk about blindsided.