Monday, 14 September 2009
Q: What time is it?
A: Well it's half past wonky eyeball. We should probably get a move on, we have to be out the door by quarter to meltface.
Q: Time flies when you're OH GOD SOMEONE ATE A PICNIC BLANKET FULL OF FLIP-FLOPS AND THREW IT UP IN THE SHAPE OF AN OWL.
Posted by jk at 02:23