And this is it. Oh yes, harmless enough at first sight, I grant you, that's even quite a nice little ribbon but DON'T BE FOOLED, dear reader. This chocolate bunny will give you ... (wait for it) ... WOBBLY BITS. G.O.G.H (no, not the self-mutilating Dutch artist, it stands for Gasp Of Gay Horror - much more traumatic). If you've noticed a slight hiatus in posting this week, it's because after the excesses of the holiday weekend, I've been staying in to concentrate on not eating (my emphasis). For, in the words of my favourite medieval round, "Summer is y-comen in, Loudè sing, cuckoo!" (don't start singing it, or we'll never get to the end of this). And, therefore, the human-puffa-jacket look is OUT. The good news is that from tomorrow I shall be re-introducing solids into my diet, after having "re-educated" my tastebuds. I'm starting with Beyonce's tried and tested three-slices-of- tomato-and-three-of-cucumber a day régime and hope to graduate to the Elizabeth Hurley 12-grapes-and-a-crispbread by Sunday. Vodka doesn't count, obviously, and neither does anything you eat when you're p*ssed. A week should do it. Wish me luck!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Evil Has A Face
And this is it. Oh yes, harmless enough at first sight, I grant you, that's even quite a nice little ribbon but DON'T BE FOOLED, dear reader. This chocolate bunny will give you ... (wait for it) ... WOBBLY BITS. G.O.G.H (no, not the self-mutilating Dutch artist, it stands for Gasp Of Gay Horror - much more traumatic). If you've noticed a slight hiatus in posting this week, it's because after the excesses of the holiday weekend, I've been staying in to concentrate on not eating (my emphasis). For, in the words of my favourite medieval round, "Summer is y-comen in, Loudè sing, cuckoo!" (don't start singing it, or we'll never get to the end of this). And, therefore, the human-puffa-jacket look is OUT. The good news is that from tomorrow I shall be re-introducing solids into my diet, after having "re-educated" my tastebuds. I'm starting with Beyonce's tried and tested three-slices-of- tomato-and-three-of-cucumber a day régime and hope to graduate to the Elizabeth Hurley 12-grapes-and-a-crispbread by Sunday. Vodka doesn't count, obviously, and neither does anything you eat when you're p*ssed. A week should do it. Wish me luck!
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Ah! Good luck Rhino.
You should do what that girl in the "Devil Wears Prada" does in her diet... she doesn't eat anything all day, and when she starts getting dizzy, she'll eat a cube of cheese!
HA!
ahahahah ;)
And what about finally sending your video to frog because we are all waiting fo youuuuuu ;)
Rob, how are you? Where have you been? That does indeed sound like a top diet tip, for which I thank you (right). Mr. Brightside, I suspect you're acting under orders - ne te laisse pas faire, tu es un homme libre!
I just got back from the countryside where five course meals were all the rage... Needless to say, if it wasn't for the current rage in women's fashion for nightshirts and paperbag dresses I would be in trouble!
Damn... that's two rages in one comment. I'm actually very happy... uhm... make that just drunk. Gosh... Where are you when I need you!
OMG, in a fit of zeitgeist I am AS I WRITE wearing a paper bag!! Nardac, you are my queen.
non non, j'assume tout ce que je dit, i wish i could be by you to spank your reason and give her enough will to publish and mail it, please !!!!
Mr. Brightside, you can spank my reason any time, particularly now I've seen you covered in whipped cream. :-) Luckily for us both, I sent my contribution to Micke this morning...ouf!
Well, well, Rhino stopped sitting on his reason and did send a marvellous entry. Which is a problem now, because I don't have any excuse anymore for not publishing the one and only FwAB Acaaaaaaaaademyyyyy!
vivement la prochaine nouvelle loose (et son lot de videos audacieuses.)!!! et enfin nous allons profiter de la Fwab Academy, enfin ;)
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