Thursday, September 6, 2007

Rob's Cake


I like driving in my car,
Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, diddle, iddle.
It's not quite a jaguar,
Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, diddle, iddle...
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Good job it's not quite a jaguar really as it's supposed to be an MG(F).
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It's late. I'm tired. I'm cracking up. Kitchen's a mess, haven't made the lunches for tomorrow yet, not sorted the washing out, or the dishwasher. And we're already half an hour into tomorrow. Must go.
Oh, nobody weed on me today if you're at all interested. No, didn't think you were, but you know now.
Byee.

4 comments:

April said...

"Kitchen's a mess, haven't made the lunches for tomorrow yet, not sorted the washing out, or the dishwasher."

THIS is the kind of environment you want to bring one of Monkee Maker's monkees into?!? Clearly she's going to need to set up some type of pre-screening before selling her monkees. Next you'll be writing that you ... HAVE NO BANANAS!!!

Monkee Maker said...

Now, now girls, this monkee meanness has got to stop. It could end up turning nasty.

Firstly, take no notice of April, Michaela, any monkey of mine would obviously feel right at home if your kitchen is as messy as you claim, and secondly .... that cake. I don't think Rob needs it. It's probably not his colour. Plus I expect he'd prefer a jag really. Shall I email you my address so you know where to send it??

warrenincolne said...

I challenge you to quote appropriate Madness lyrics for every blog entry for a week.

As for being weed on, I'm sure Evie gave it her best shot!

picperfic said...

sorry you're under pressure...you'll get back into the swing of things soon enough....glad you weren't weed on, I really am!