S'aime à s'ité vère oise

Ah the hard slog of daily lectures, you'd miss it. Unless you got a big F.O. gun.


Did I mention the lack of band-aids after my blood donation. I was walking around with a bandage around my elbow, add that to an unfortunate shaving accident I had and i was getting strange looks all day. That said, it probably wasn't a good idea to shave my crotch on the main street.

How did I get here!?

S'aime à s'ité vère oise.
S'aime à s'ité vère oise.
S'aime à s'ité vère oise.

Carlsberg don't do disorientation...

England in a Rugby World Cup Final !?

Sherry/ Curtis going to Worlds!?

Cubs in the cabin without me!!!?????

these being more significant than my tales of donating blood today, (mistranslated "bloodbank" as "bank", then spent hours trying to comprehend "compagnon sexuel"- not the french version: just the juxtaposition of "sexual" with a word like "partner", when "wasteland" or "non-entity" would have sounded more natural)

And so, ladies and germs, as the 4x4 of Destiny on the level crossing of Fate stalls in the path of the speeding freight train of Doom, and the signalman of Time rushes to fetch his camera, I notice I'm out of time.