A friend quite rightly commented, upon viewing my SHINKING escapades over on The Mighty Facebook,
'So sad, this young bird with no life'.
Yeah, well, the above is sadder, don't you think, having to tramp in the kitchen because tramping in 'the room' echoes across the Prefecture.
Not that I've tramped much.
I reckon this is only the second time I've tramped - for all of 21 seconds - since buying the contraption back in 1707 to celebrate the Union of Scotland and England becoming one country.
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LOL!
You're just hitting "Random article" all the time now, aren't you?
Your boyfriend should make you a mall-printed T-shirt that reads THE INCREDIBLE SHINKING WOMAN. With a picture of a rudely posed bullet train, naturally.
He he he, what an imagination, r!
You have no idea.
I think I do, after all these years. It's going to be a speechless moment to finally get to meet you eventually. We could all rendevous in the Porta-Botes.
Preferable to the Porta-potties.
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