Monday, October 12, 2009

It was one of those jolly, peaceful mornings that make a fellow wish he'd got a soul or something...

Me: So what is it?
Aforementioned Soul (A.S): How the hell do I know?
Me : But thats your job
AS: Ah, but I dont exist, remember?
Me: Cmon, you know what I mean, its too soon!
AS: Despite myself, have to smack you on the head! Just shuddup and enjoy it!
Me: Yeah well, but you can't teach an old dog new tricks. You know me, I always take time....
AS: Aaargh..("Her voice trailed away in a sigh that was like the wind blowing through the cracks in a broken heart")


With apologies to Sir PG.
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6 comments:

  1. LithiumOctober 12, 2009 at 10:31 PM

    sigh.. wodehouse references.. im in love.. :)

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  2. Purple HadesOctober 12, 2009 at 11:09 PM

    I AM watching this space avidly! Er, are diseased ramblings dead already?

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  3. AnonymousOctober 13, 2009 at 4:12 AM

    how anyone can ever like wodehouse is beyond me!
    good effort though

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  4. Smudged SensibilitiesOctober 13, 2009 at 11:48 AM

    Er, thanks for the validation, "Anonymous". Would be nice if you werent travelling incognito as it were :)

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  5. UnknownOctober 13, 2009 at 1:12 PM

    PGW? What brought this on?? It has been so long hasnt it?

    And lithium, didnt I warn you, man?

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  6. LithiumOctober 13, 2009 at 2:23 PM

    you did marcus.. i tried.. i really did.. but she was too clever for me..

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