b13fotographica: Dirty... Filthy... Hoe...

Monday, July 30, 2007

Dirty... Filthy... Hoe...

What more can I say ;)

6 comments:

Jamie Dawn said...: 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.; July 30, 2007 1:11 PM
b13 said...: I know the difference... I'm edge-u-ma-cated :P; July 30, 2007 3:00 PM
Scarlet said...: Now we know what you're into. lol; July 30, 2007 8:52 PM
Anonymous said...: is that a picture from the next Transformers movie?; July 30, 2007 9:22 PM
Joerg said...: "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.
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Anybody know from which book this opening passage is?; August 02, 2007 12:09 AM
b13 said...: I love Google :)

The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy
by Douglas Adams; August 02, 2007 12:17 AM