And once my mother knew someone named Mrs (never saw it so must guess at spelling) Krapyushet.
I dream of the day I can name a child Asswipe Krapyushet.
so...i phoned up the royal mail again and they said they'd redeliver my package on saturday, so yay for that! i can't say i was very impressed with the patronising manner of the man i spoke to - "i'll make sure he knocks *extra loud* this time". though, to be fair, the fact that i still have the voice of a small child may have caused this, so i can't really blame him fully.
fluffygremlin is writing a story while she's supposed to be working. She likes to post teasers such as...
"...we can just ask the Creator of the Universe to play nice and stop dicking with people?”
“I don’t know if I would personally curse out God, but do whatever floats your boat. By-the-bye, I don’t think He would just stop “dicking” with people. That’s how He amuses Himself.”
“He really needs to find a new way to mess with people that doesn't involve death and destruction.”
“What did you think Harry Potter was for?"
Damian was lounging on the bed, his swollen appendage propped up on a few pillows.