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Given that it seemed like every second I turned around, somebody seemed to be spruiking the wonders of Mozilla Firefox. I ignored this until last night when I saw a direct link to download it. So I downloaded it, but now I'm a bit 'WTF?' Why is it so great? It just makes things look more 'boxy' than Internet Explorer, but other than that, I see no great benefit.
Anyway, I arrived home late today to find:
a) Stuart and Patrick had eaten without me
b) Stuart had removed the cast from his foot
c) Stuart is making an effort to actually quit smoking
Stuart is now in our bedroom watching television and eating coffeebeans and my meal of frozen sausage roll and processed baked potato bits are in the oven, cooking.
I am on the net while Patrick watches Thomas. I'm tired and bored. I have nothing interesting to say or do. Except that I'm the top commentor on two of my lj-friends' journals.
And this poem is depressingly amusing
Of course I love ya darling
Your a bloody top notch bird
And when I say ur gorgeous
I mean every single word
So ya bum is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
There's somethin there to grab
So your belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms around there
No sheila who is your age
Has nice round perky breasts
They just gave into gravity
But I know ya did ya best
I'm tellin ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think its very sexy
That youv got dimples on ya thighs
I swear on me nannas grave now
The moment that we met
I thought u was as good as
I was ever gonna get
No matter wot u look like
I'll always love ya dear
Now shut up while the footy's on
And get me another beer!
Anyway, I arrived home late today to find:
a) Stuart and Patrick had eaten without me
b) Stuart had removed the cast from his foot
c) Stuart is making an effort to actually quit smoking
Stuart is now in our bedroom watching television and eating coffeebeans and my meal of frozen sausage roll and processed baked potato bits are in the oven, cooking.
I am on the net while Patrick watches Thomas. I'm tired and bored. I have nothing interesting to say or do. Except that I'm the top commentor on two of my lj-friends' journals.
And this poem is depressingly amusing
Of course I love ya darling
Your a bloody top notch bird
And when I say ur gorgeous
I mean every single word
So ya bum is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
There's somethin there to grab
So your belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms around there
No sheila who is your age
Has nice round perky breasts
They just gave into gravity
But I know ya did ya best
I'm tellin ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think its very sexy
That youv got dimples on ya thighs
I swear on me nannas grave now
The moment that we met
I thought u was as good as
I was ever gonna get
No matter wot u look like
I'll always love ya dear
Now shut up while the footy's on
And get me another beer!