Been and gone and done it today.
And freaking ever so slightly, if I may.
Maybe more than a bit. Well, hey
Flying by the seat of my pants. A chancer, some say.
The brave, the bold and the helluva cheeky.
Taking a chance anyway.
What the feck! What the hell, eh?
Might mean I have to shut up a bit here in some days.
Sorry, what was that? How very dare you! I say.
And it’s not even gonna be poetry, Oy Vey!
Neither was this right enough…
Might sicken your happiness though and just come on to bug you now and again. 🙂
Is it possible to shit a brick? Just wonderin’, as is my way.
So, here’s a joke for you. I was sharing this in a comment with a fellow blogger. Thought you might like it too. Laughter. Good for the soul, you know. And, apparently, it can help you sleep……
A mother is concerned at the disparity between the personalities of her twin sons. One is an eternal optimist, the other a complete pessimist. She wants to find out why so trots them off to a child psychologist who speaks to both boys. At the end of the session, he tells the mum to bring them both back on their next birthday. He’s asked them both what they would like.
She returns with the boys on their birthday and the psychologist takes the pessimistic child into a room, a room full of every type of toy he had mentioned. The child’s response? ‘Not really what I asked for. That’s the wrong kind of bike. I wanted a BMX. I don’t like the colour of that computer. It all sucks.’
The second – optimistic – child is taken to a room where an enormous pile of shite lies steaming. The boy dives into and starts throwing it here, there and everywhere.
The psychologist is horrified and asks desperately, ‘What are you doing?!’
To which the child replies, ‘This amount of shite! There’s gotta be a pony in here somewhere.’
Ta da! Like? I love it. It kinda describes differences in my own offspring. x