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Stupid Bloody Fucking Arm!

It's gotten lazu... which is Dylanese for "lazy"... yes... it's gotten lazu with castey the special castey supporting it... and once castey the special castey left... i.e. got cut off by Doctor Cooky and Eccentric Man... it went "oh fuck, i have to work again" and then my hand (which kept working all the way through) was all "duh dumbarse, what did you think was gonna happen?" which offended my arm, because no arm likes having its nose rubbed in it! And now my arm and my hand aren't talking and it'll be weeks before we can get the boys back together again. The overall impact ofthis is that I strained the muscle in my arm a bit, and now it hurts like a mother fucker, and I don't like it.

On a positive note, there were lots of interesting youngling newlings at work... all 14 - 16, and mostly terrified of us oldling worklings. Twas kind of lol. Lol theres one really queeny guy, which makes me heavily amused.

THE INSURANCE COMPANY HAD BETTER SEND ME THE CHEQUE SOON... I NEEEEEEEED TO GET ME SELF A CAR!

Koo Koo Ka Choo Egglings, Koo Koo Ka Choo!

You gotta love kids (sometimes), they're great.
I mean no one but a six year old wouldwalk solemly up to you and ask in very serious tones:

"Why are boxers called boxers, and not penis-pants"

(A question that I apparently asked my mother when I was a tyke) It's hilarious. On the same token, the incessant Why? Why? Why? of my younger cousins - especially Finlay ... but he gets away with it because he's so annoyingly cute...
The best question however came from my cousin Charmaine today

"Dylaaan? Why are Cowboys called Cowboys when they don't ride cows? ... Shouldn't they be called Horseboys?"

I think I was more amused by the fact that the question is completely logical, and illogical at the same time.