I've just had a distress call from my cousin. Somehow, the twit has managed to lock his car keys in the car. The boot (trunk), to be precise. How the hell does anyone do that? I'm starting to feel like I've adopted a child. Give me strength!
His sister's fiancé is on his way to help him. I've had to delay a lovely dinner as a result. Anyone want a cousin? He's free to a good home, and will arrive complete with his own toys, blanket and feeding bowl.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Wally of the week redux
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3 comments:
Siani, I don't think most men ever grow up!
Well, as Ronnie used to say...'I don't know what to say'.
I think we'll pass up on the offer.
Is he toilet trained Siani?
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