Happy June!
Yay! May has finally gone, and with it many things: SATs, may Fair, IT exams, RE...
I like half term. It means vaguely doing homework then leaping on the computer as soon as possible. I think I've been spending too much time on the Doctor Who games... But seriously, the extra pages are really funny! Excerpt:
Q: The Mimsy's gone on my Borogrove
A: Ah, that's 'cos the Momeraths are Outgrabe. Contact your dealer.
Q: Have you seen the muffin man?
A: No. Have you?
And the icecream flavours are hilarious. And there's a page where people have "commented" about Doctor Who sightings. One of my favourites:
I have seen this man today. He was in B&Q purchasing a tin of Blue paint (cosmos blue, gloss finish). He was interested in some AA batteries by the counter. He then asked for 10% off as it was over 65s discount day, the assitant asked "how old are you". He was about to answer and paused, "forget it". He then paid with some loose change and left.
OK, I'll shut up now. I think I'm obsessed. If you hear about anything to do with it, please don't tell me to save me rushing off in a frenzy. Please.
And... I can't think of anything else to say at the moment. I just mended my Dad's pyjamas, which look like the whole thing has been stitched together too many times. Going to bed now. Bye!
I like half term. It means vaguely doing homework then leaping on the computer as soon as possible. I think I've been spending too much time on the Doctor Who games... But seriously, the extra pages are really funny! Excerpt:
Q: The Mimsy's gone on my Borogrove
A: Ah, that's 'cos the Momeraths are Outgrabe. Contact your dealer.
Q: Have you seen the muffin man?
A: No. Have you?
And the icecream flavours are hilarious. And there's a page where people have "commented" about Doctor Who sightings. One of my favourites:
I have seen this man today. He was in B&Q purchasing a tin of Blue paint (cosmos blue, gloss finish). He was interested in some AA batteries by the counter. He then asked for 10% off as it was over 65s discount day, the assitant asked "how old are you". He was about to answer and paused, "forget it". He then paid with some loose change and left.
OK, I'll shut up now. I think I'm obsessed. If you hear about anything to do with it, please don't tell me to save me rushing off in a frenzy. Please.
And... I can't think of anything else to say at the moment. I just mended my Dad's pyjamas, which look like the whole thing has been stitched together too many times. Going to bed now. Bye!