Saturday, 18 August 2007
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Hornivore On The Run
- Old Knudsen
- I'm a witty fucker, a base and vile brabbler; chronically dissatisfied person who rebels against the established system,a gob in the eye of convention.I hung on a wind-rocked tree nine whole nights. A man of action is his own Sun. Correct punctuation and sentence structure is for the weak. My mother was an Ulster bare-knuckle fighter and my father a Scottish Viking. I was born in a coracle in the middle of the Irish Sea, delivered by the sea God Manannan. I am the only Timelord with his own teeth. I'm a Chestnut Tree and proud of it. Winner of the Darwin award 1932, runner-up 1954.Time magazine Person of the Year 2006. I'm a double dipper.A hater. A spoiler. A Blogger without a hat is to be mocked. I'm the playboy of the western world.I'm a sexual compulsive and a dangerous intellect. Banned in Halifax. My heart is black but my body is blue.I discovered Blogjinx©. I've been fisting Lemurs Since 500 A.D.
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7 comments:
Funny cos it's true. Is that you in your Donegal Road bedsit?
we really do.
Oi oi oi....Well, I guess sausage is a good thing to have if your hungry!..right?
manuel You recognise the old place from the time used to pimp my wife out. Its hard out there for a pimp.
xmichra I demand you prove that.
Mrs Cecrux the Poles and Italians are always the first choice for sausage, ah the poor Scottish.
have. several times. as soon as hubby gets brave enough for a photo op i will send you the proof ;)
Hahahaha
Yes, it's true. Hopefully, there's a hint of Garlic.
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