My hips don't lie (they just stretch the truth)
OK, I've just had a really good stare at that disturbing picture on MySpace. I think it might be paint, not margarine. I think he is lying on the landing of his parent's house (recognise the banisters, how sad??). I think whoever took the photo is straddling him.
Otherwise, he daubed his chest with emulsion, lay on the floor and took that photo himself. Which is a little bit too strange, even for me
I suspected as much...
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/31082006/140/home-britain-s-silly-names.html
Wonder where the name Cave comes from (it's my name). There is an obvious answer, except I don't think primitive man had surnames. They didn't even have postboxes
I've found some more ex-boyfriends on MySpace. They all look too happy to show you though. Clearly, life after me is filled with sunshine and trips to Thailand and nubile Americans. Bah.
My mum and sisters are staying at an Asian guesthouse in Brighton this week, with a four poster bed and complimentary mints in the reception. At least, you think they're free. Even as you are approaching the jar, the lounge door is ripped open, and grandad is standing there, giving you a look which clearly says 'get off my sugary things you greedy, greedy girls'. We even tried approaching the jar with extreme stealth last night, but just as my sister was extracting a hand full of booty, grandad rose up through the floor in a cloud of smoke, and scared her so much that she dropped them all over the floor.
In other news:
http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/article/ds36418.html
Unless you get extensive DNA testing done, how are you gonna know that those are genuine Britney bitemarks? He could have just stolen the rest of his nan's lunch when she fell asleep in it.
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