BeeX WeeX will be delayed as your editor spent his lunch hour driving around Bradford trying to find a cashpoint so he could take a young lady out for drinks tonight, rather than write it. Maybe, later. Not that you lot ever read it anyway. It doesn't contain any Kissyfur. Probably. I've not even looked at the noms. I don't care. I thought I was popular, with all these messages I was getting. "NEW MESSAGES!" it would say, but it was just mod laziness. And myp. I was going to text him, you know, but didn't have his number and couldn't be arsed to walk to the bloke’s toilets and transcribe it from the wall. All too busy going out and having fun in a thriving metropolis. What do I do all week> Work that's it. Work. No fun. Work, all the time. Oh, OK, I'll have a quick look. Because there is no joy in my life. I rely on you to tell me what is good this week. And, frankly, you let me down on a regular basis. It isn't a competition, though. Well, one straight to the bottom, for some. But, really, come one, pull your collective fingers out of the communal backside and make with the wits.
Don't stop me now as this has to be done,
funny clothes and funny rituals, Craster's speech therapy classes utilise
tough love,
finding food not a problem for the homeless, the odds are good but the
goods are odd,
risking prosecution,
Modern Art is Rubbish,
3rd turns a harm,
this is safer. I'm banging it out in a half arsed fashion but your mums are used to that. Thanks to everyone that nominated things, especially those that nommed me. None of the town deserve this, as they are thicko ingrates, and I hope the mafia win. I've been MaliA, you've been lovely. See you next week. Dicks.
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