What more can I say ;)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
What's been posted lately?
-
-
-
THANKFUL THURSDAY3 days ago
-
Peanut, bokeh, and date night2 weeks ago
-
Celebrating my Girls6 months ago
-
-
-
-
-
-
Camera-Critters #6054 years ago
-
-
Ikiru (1952)5 years ago
-
How To Throw a Shower5 years ago
-
Vanitas5 years ago
-
Isle Style : IH Binocular Bag6 years ago
-
Brudens klänning7 years ago
-
-
-
#pernil #malta8 years ago
-
-
My Journey in Orphan Care: Becoming a CASA8 years ago
-
-
Looking Toward The Skies9 years ago
-
Vermont Quilt Festival9 years ago
-
12 years of waiting9 years ago
-
Now entering the warp zone...10 years ago
-
New Poem !10 years ago
-
PLAY.MORE.GAMES10 years ago
-
Back and soon to move11 years ago
-
BALLOON ART11 years ago
-
A Valentine Rose11 years ago
-
Three Steps to a Better Smile11 years ago
-
-
Zagreb, Croatia12 years ago
-
The Lohans on Dr. Phil12 years ago
-
-
201212 years ago
-
What motivates you?13 years ago
-
One Year Later...13 years ago
-
-
-
-
Happy Holidays!14 years ago
-
Busy day running errands14 years ago
-
His name is "Stay!"14 years ago
-
Like Father, like son!14 years ago
-
Ashley Takes an Easter Swim!14 years ago
-
some new light painting shots......14 years ago
-
Loose & Goose14 years ago
-
If You Leave, Don't Leave Now15 years ago
-
Bangor Daily Photo15 years ago
-
Hiatus15 years ago
-
May I have a DO-OVER???16 years ago
-
Brady Campaign Lies - Lie #317 years ago
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
6 comments:
Such language!!!
I'm relieved that you wrote hoe, not ho. :-)
It feels SO GREAT to be online!!
My brother's internet was all messed up, and I was only able to get online once for about half an hour. A week without internet access is hell for some people... like me.
I'm now at my parents' house, and they have high speed internet.
Praise the Lord!!!!!
Don't be hanging out with hoes.
I know the difference... I'm edge-u-ma-cated :P
Now we know what you're into. lol
is that a picture from the next Transformers movie?
"Yellow," he thought and stomped off back to his bedroom to get
dressed.
Passing the bathroom he stopped to drink a large glass of water,
and another. He began to suspect that he was hung over. Why was
he hung over? Had he been drinking the night before? He supposed
that he must have been. He caught a glint in the shaving mirror.
"Yellow," he thought and stomped on to the bedroom.
He stood and thought. The pub, he thought. Oh dear, the pub. He
vaguely remembered being angry, angry about something that seemed
important. He'd been telling people about it, telling people
about it at great length, he rather suspected: his clearest
visual recollection was of glazed looks on other people's faces.
Something about a new bypass he had just found out about. It had
been in the pipeline for months only no one seemed to have known
about it. Ridiculous. He took a swig of water. It would sort
itself out, he'd decided, no one wanted a bypass, the council
didn't have a leg to stand on. It would sort itself out.
God what a terrible hangover it had earned him though. He looked
at himself in the wardrobe mirror. He stuck out his tongue.
"Yellow," he thought. The word yellow wandered through his mind
in search of something to connect with.
Fifteen seconds later he was out of the house and lying in front
of a big yellow bulldozer that was advancing up his garden path.
--------------------------------
Anybody know from which book this opening passage is?
I love Google :)
The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy
by Douglas Adams
Post a Comment