Still haven't quite forgiven you for the german thing but if you can't beat them out sing them. For complete insanity rent grease one and two and then watch the sound of music. That should get your cranky pants back on.
Flowers & Carpenter. Who knew. Old K you pleased me with the flowers. With Carpenter ... ugh. Why. Why would you do that, Old K. Oh ok Happy K, whoever you are. Anyone, just about anyone would have been better. Now it's in my head. This is still sabotage and sadism, it's simply subtle. You cunning old dog.
A commune?? I've just seen that, only just now in your labels. This with that Rich fella? You'll be growing your own veg and knitting your own yoghurt. You'll be singing Cum Bi Ya and yes i'm proud not to know how to spell it. I wash my hands of you then Happy K. I despair.
On the day that you were born The angels got together and decided To create a dream come true So they sprinkled moondust in your hair Of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue That is why all the girls in town Follow you all around Just like me They long to be Close to you
Makes me think of the Karen Carpenter Diet.
ReplyDeleteWasn't she lovely?
ReplyDeleteMakes me want to vomit, more like.
ReplyDeleteI'm getting seriously worried. Should we call a vet? Knudsen may need to be put to sleep.
ReplyDeleteI bet she stinks a bit now …
ReplyDeleteStill haven't quite forgiven you for the german thing but if you can't beat them out sing them.
ReplyDeleteFor complete insanity rent grease one and two and then watch the sound of music. That should get your cranky pants back on.
I, for once, have nothing to say. I was duped and mis-lead about the content of this blog.Wheres that cunt form Watchdog when you need him?
ReplyDeleteoooooh what pretty flowers. Thanks
ReplyDeleteWhat sort of sap is this?
ReplyDeleteI'm getting a lot more out of this blog now. I think you might make it.
ReplyDeleteFlowers & Carpenter. Who knew. Old K you pleased me with the flowers. With Carpenter ... ugh. Why. Why would you do that, Old K. Oh ok Happy K, whoever you are. Anyone, just about anyone would have been better. Now it's in my head. This is still sabotage and sadism, it's simply subtle. You cunning old dog.
ReplyDeleteBut surely a happy gent would bring flowers to the door of a lady and i've seen nothing of you in Cheltenham....:)
ReplyDeleteA commune?? I've just seen that, only just now in your labels. This with that Rich fella? You'll be growing your own veg and knitting your own yoghurt. You'll be singing Cum Bi Ya and yes i'm proud not to know how to spell it. I wash my hands of you then Happy K. I despair.
ReplyDeleteOn the day that you were born
ReplyDeleteThe angels got together and decided
To create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moondust in your hair
Of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you
WHOA-OHOHOHOH, Close to you.
what's happened to you?
ReplyDeleteplease comeback as you were, sugar!!
You're slipping away from us Knudsen. Get a grip, man, for God's sake.
ReplyDeleteTell me, what did the Carpenters do to you? Did they deprive you of food and make you repeat their lyrics til your will was no longer your own?
They did didn't they. Insidious bastards. Just tell me you're not wearing a kaftan.
youve just reminded me that all those flowers will soon be all over the shop......Murder on my hayfever.Why cant it be January all the time?
ReplyDeleteIll say goodbye to love
ReplyDeleteNo one ever cared if I should live or die
Time and time again the chance for love has passed me by
And all I know of love is how to live without it
I just cant seem to find it
So Ive made my mind up
I must live my life alone
And though its not the easy way
I guess Ive always know
Id say goodbye to love
Such happy tunes huh Happy K?