...and other grief
so the bastard has consulted with ollie and the black-u-weather forecast is,
IT'S GONNA RAIN!
that's right jerks it's going to rain today. it's gonna rain saturday. it's gonna rain sunday. it''s gonna rain...well you get the idea. either way, the bastard is dry. i think it's because i mahaned to walk between the rain drops to get to the train station. and by walk between the rain drops, the bastard means "took the bus"
PS: ummmmm. plump girl from circulation with the bad frost job, and the self tanner, and the fake nails who just gave me the "as if" look while i was making coffee, you're not my sort. REALLY not my sort. carry on fatty.