There were a number of birthdays this week, which wore out my ability to give polite well-wishes for at least a month. March is a popular month for spawning, so it seems. I like to think that your parents got drunk at a BBQ, went home and set to it like horny dogs and maybe if your mum had been a little more adventurous, you'd have been the load that hit her in the face instead. Or maybe you're the milkmans, who knows?
We also had grown-up discussions about:
Politics n shit.How pathetic everyone is.Sanitary towels.We also had some pretty good 'Yays' this week:
:luv:Grim... said we all go round to his and
puke on his drive!Trooper started another game of
Mafia Scum. Yeah, it'll end in tears (oh, it has ended. Were tears involved?), someone has a God complex, me thinks. Most of us wish he'd just play Sims, instead.
And we all thought about EBGs
mum because someone had to, the heartless bastard.
I spent the entire time looking through the POTW nominations (PS, well done everyone for choosing this week to figure out how to fucking nominate posts, finally.../sarcasm), hoping and praying to the Baby Santa in Heaven, that Zardoz hadn't received any. Were my prayers answered...?