My birthday gift to the world. A modern re-invention of a children's classic.
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round. All day long.
The driver on the bus goes "SHUT THE FUCK UP. CORRECT CHANGE ONLY PLEASE. THIS IS WHERE WE STOP."
The driver on the bus goes "I HATE MY JOB." All day long.
The Chavs on the bus go "Oh mah god, innit! Oh mah god, innit! Oh mah god, innit!"
The chavs on the bus go "Innit. Innit. INNIT!" All day long.
The schoolkids on the bus go "Show us your ASBO. Show us your ASBO. Where's my reefer?"
The schoolkids on the bus go "I'm getting one soon." All day long.
The businessman on the bus goes "Fucking driving ban. I hate those fucking cameras. EASY MONEY FOR COPS."
The businessman on the bus goes "God I miss my car." All day long.
The psycho on the bus goes "WHAT YA LOOKIN' AT? YA WANT YA FUCKIN' HEAD KICKED IN? YA FUCKIN' NOSY TWAT."
The psycho on the bus goes "JUST FUCK OFF." All day long.
The rapper on the bus goes "Bum-chicka-bum. Bum-chicka-bum-bum. Bum-chicka-bum. Bum-chicka-bum-bum. Bum-chicka-bum. Bum-chicka-bum-bum."
The rapper on the bus goes "Pocka-chicka-pocka-chicka-pocka-chick-pop." All day long.
The Muslims on the bus go BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM.
© Lee Weedall, 2006
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See that date up there? That means it's my birthday! Total cards so far today = 0. Total presents so far today = 0. Total cakes so far today = 2, courtesy of blue_confusion. This is my favourite : http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/plateialumitar/Caek.jpg (It's photobucket, so I'll not hotlink)
For some reason, 36 just sounds old. It's no worse than the 35 I was up until this morning, but it just sounds so completely different. I mean, the only thing I could do yesterday that I can no longer do today is to look forward to my 36th birthday. So why have I gotten into a bit of a downer about this one? There is no logical reason.
Ste-rah are coming round for dinner tonight, which will be nice. I do have a probation appointment to get out of the way first, which won't be so nice. Maybe she will tell me they have found my court order! It seems that it has gone missing, which means that I can not get it repealed. How in the BLUE HELL has such a document gone missing? The court that issued it has no record of it. Now, I know I was given a copy, but that was at least 5 addresses ago. I can't find it, which means I probably left it behind somewhere.
Talking of old addresses, my mother and sister decided to post my birthday cards to my last address, along with Josh's card. Which means I will have to call there tomorrow night and try to collect them. It would be nice to have the cards to thank them for at some point, you know?
I find myself way too busy at work, and yet wanting to type an aresload in here. I guess duty must call first. Perhaps I'll update this later.
The wheels on the bus go round and round. All day long.
The driver on the bus goes "SHUT THE FUCK UP. CORRECT CHANGE ONLY PLEASE. THIS IS WHERE WE STOP."
The driver on the bus goes "I HATE MY JOB." All day long.
The Chavs on the bus go "Oh mah god, innit! Oh mah god, innit! Oh mah god, innit!"
The chavs on the bus go "Innit. Innit. INNIT!" All day long.
The schoolkids on the bus go "Show us your ASBO. Show us your ASBO. Where's my reefer?"
The schoolkids on the bus go "I'm getting one soon." All day long.
The businessman on the bus goes "Fucking driving ban. I hate those fucking cameras. EASY MONEY FOR COPS."
The businessman on the bus goes "God I miss my car." All day long.
The psycho on the bus goes "WHAT YA LOOKIN' AT? YA WANT YA FUCKIN' HEAD KICKED IN? YA FUCKIN' NOSY TWAT."
The psycho on the bus goes "JUST FUCK OFF." All day long.
The rapper on the bus goes "Bum-chicka-bum. Bum-chicka-bum-bum. Bum-chicka-bum. Bum-chicka-bum-bum. Bum-chicka-bum. Bum-chicka-bum-bum."
The rapper on the bus goes "Pocka-chicka-pocka-chicka-pocka-chick-pop." All day long.
The Muslims on the bus go BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM.
© Lee Weedall, 2006
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See that date up there? That means it's my birthday! Total cards so far today = 0. Total presents so far today = 0. Total cakes so far today = 2, courtesy of blue_confusion. This is my favourite : http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y61/plateialumitar/Caek.jpg (It's photobucket, so I'll not hotlink)
For some reason, 36 just sounds old. It's no worse than the 35 I was up until this morning, but it just sounds so completely different. I mean, the only thing I could do yesterday that I can no longer do today is to look forward to my 36th birthday. So why have I gotten into a bit of a downer about this one? There is no logical reason.
Ste-rah are coming round for dinner tonight, which will be nice. I do have a probation appointment to get out of the way first, which won't be so nice. Maybe she will tell me they have found my court order! It seems that it has gone missing, which means that I can not get it repealed. How in the BLUE HELL has such a document gone missing? The court that issued it has no record of it. Now, I know I was given a copy, but that was at least 5 addresses ago. I can't find it, which means I probably left it behind somewhere.
Talking of old addresses, my mother and sister decided to post my birthday cards to my last address, along with Josh's card. Which means I will have to call there tomorrow night and try to collect them. It would be nice to have the cards to thank them for at some point, you know?
I find myself way too busy at work, and yet wanting to type an aresload in here. I guess duty must call first. Perhaps I'll update this later.