Fanny fiddler
Spent ages yesterday updating my blog, it was full of amazing insights into being 31 and what it meant o me, and then it got deleted - fannytastic, so i can't be arsed to recreate the masterpiece, so i guess you'll all have to to wait till your 31 to see.
A holiday story that i forgot to tell..........
Was walking up a small street in Kos about 3am (maybe a little worse for wear, when I could smell feta cheese, I innocently commented to Mr. Fesk that I could smell feta and that it was making me feel hungry.........Mr. Fesk then promptly pointed out to me a pile of sick i had not noticed, and informed that it was not feta I could smell, but that it was the smell of vomit that was tickling my taste buds!!! Nice. Someone's sick made me feel hungry.
A holiday story that i forgot to tell..........
Was walking up a small street in Kos about 3am (maybe a little worse for wear, when I could smell feta cheese, I innocently commented to Mr. Fesk that I could smell feta and that it was making me feel hungry.........Mr. Fesk then promptly pointed out to me a pile of sick i had not noticed, and informed that it was not feta I could smell, but that it was the smell of vomit that was tickling my taste buds!!! Nice. Someone's sick made me feel hungry.
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