While I had a few spare moments
this morning waiting for the school bus I drew Fligh-toff-anci the Micro God of
Impetuousness, just because the idea sort of came into my head. As we were going to school I showed
Fligh-toff-anci the Micro God of Impetuousness to the bus driver who was very
interested indeed. Then as we started heading towards the school having picked
up a gang of little old ladies who had decided on the spur of the moment to do
a runner from their home (nicked named The Prison on the grounds that the food
was rubbish; they were planning to hunt down a Lions Cafe and eat scones and
cream tea), the bus driver decided he would go to Shrewsbury. He just sort of
thought why not its a showery but warm day so sod it; we dropped the gang of little
old Ladies in the centre of town and they went on their cheery way heading
towards a MacDonald’s to get their scones, cream and strawberry jam and a nice
pot of tea and they had no intention of being palmed off with polystyrene cups
and vending tea like back in the home (Prison). I don’t know how they got on
because the rest of us went to B & Q the large DIY store as the bus drive
said he fancies making a patio, it was also rather lucky as I need glue to make
stuff and try and do a bit of work on the cardboard animals of the children of
Whirl and Whizz (that rather makes it sound a bit like Wizard School like that
Harry Potter went to, only it is not and that Harry Potter is rubbish at Art.
I showed
Fligh-toff-anci the Micro God of Impetuousness to the DIY store manager who said to the bus
driver “go on then help yourself we have
ripped enough folk off today” so we loaded the bus up with things and
took the pretty route home. OOooooooo yes have you ever tried using one of
those self service checkouts that talks to you and then gets all confused and
keeps demanding you get an assistant, they are rubbish, I can see why the
manager let us have our bits as we left he was attacking one with a chainsaw
(WELL COOL).
At home I spent
some time moving blocks in an attempt to make the great pyramid but I only had
ten blocks and dad said it was rubbish. I have not drawn the Micro God of
Rubbish I am sure there must be one, I will keep an eye out for him, I don’t
mean I will keep my eye on the mantelpiece or the like, I mean I will keep
watching for him. When I do finally find the Micro God of Rubbish I will be
able to ask him/her where they have Bin . . . . . . . . .HAH HAH HHAH HAH AH
HAH HAHAHH AH HAH HAH ah hah ah hah ah ah hah ahhah ah ahhah ah ah hah ah hah
ah hah ahah hah ah hah ah ah hah ah ha hah ah ha ha hahahha hahahhah ah ha ha
ha ha . . . . . . . . .BIN . . . BEEN.
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99 red balloons! wowzers. I have not heard that song years and years. I was dancing whilst reclining in my chair waving my hands like a loon and Mrs H has given such a dirty look I don't know what to do with it.
ReplyDeleteHahahahahahahaha. :)))
I thought as I have 99 followers at present it seemed like just the right song to add to the end. Maybe if I get back to 100 I should add Haircut 100. I am hoping that one day I might be able to add a song by the Pretenders . . . . .
DeleteI sure Mrs H will forgive you, tell her it is a blog thing us chaps do because we are chaps and do stuff like that.
I have found Jesus! (Oh, I guess when most people say that it means something else) I went to the diner and the owner told me the name of the restaurant, which translated into English is "Forest", so I must go to Amarillo soon to find Jesus in The Forest. Now I wiLL have to try to make a Forrest Gump type joke.
ReplyDeleteSo here is my FoGu joke: Life is like a box of chocolate. You never know when you are going to need to bake a German Chocolate (birthday) Cake for someone at the diner.
DeleteI am interested in what folk will say when you tell them you are off to hunt for Jesus in the Forest.
DeleteI find it slightly amusing that the forest is in Amarillo as it is the opposite of an Armadillo in the forest.
Your Joke was rather amusing too as it is not common for Customers to take food to the diner. Maybe you could change it to . . . .Life is like an empty box that you then fill with chocolates and is then eaten by everyone at the diner.
That is a cool line. I also took a bowl of gumbo to the owner, but it got spiLLed so I need to take her another one soon. Near Ouch! I closed my eyes for just a second (I thought) and then feLL asleep and my iPad feLL sideways and almost clobbered my nose. I am in this mental hover mode waiting for a phone caLL but now I think my wife forgot about me.
DeleteIf you find the micro god of rubbish, be sure to ask your mum about the micro god of IDIOTS.
ReplyDeleteThat's not an insult about your mum...I mean... oh I'm sure you get it.
I know exactly what you mean Mr Addman . . . . . . It is after all a rather popular word within my blog(diary) and I suspect used many times by its readers.
DeleteI am sure when I arrive at the gates of the Micro God haven and find a small key on a table plus two bottles of magic potions to drink and a tiny door to go through someone will use the word IDIOT at some point; as I try and squeeze myself and a camel through the eye of a needle.