Curiosity....is a wonderful thing, hence my writing to you...intrigued I am by your introduction...fascinated even...
what goes on in that wonderous mind is what I am hoping to find....will one allow such an honour?
Dear Mr Intrigued. Thanks for my email. Here are some things currently going round my mind:
Will there ever be a boy born who can swim faster than a shark?
How do you get four Popes in a Volkswagen?
When will I, will I be famous?
If a tree falls in the middle of a forest, but there's no-one around, does anyone actually give a shit?
what is the point of platypi?
Does Noel Edmunds really have a crinkly bottom?
When will cats rule the world?
How many cruel Mr and Mrs Dovers have named their child Ben?
What is the best way to dispose of a body?
I would write more now, but I have to nip to Wickes before clothing to pick up some rope, a tarpaulin, a hacksaw and a spade. Hope to hear from you soon. Yours, ponderingly.
Desperate times call for desperate measures friends. Gone are the days of meeting your future spouse at a wedding or at work. Oh no. Nowadays, it's either e-dating or no dating. I'm not ashamed to admit to being an internet dating tourist, and one thing that impresses/distresses me more than anything are some of the messages that wheedle their way into my inbox. And some of these are just too good to be left unacknowledged. So here they are, in all their glory. Plus the replies I never sent.
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