1. Are you in some sort of sicko perverted Doll Porn club?
1.1 Are they accepting new members?
2. Can you confirm that the return address on the Package is a clever double-bluff and is in fact accurate?
House #1 went on the market today. I won't say that I waited for Battlestar Galactica season #2 to finish before tying up my Tuesday evening, but it played out well.
The sign isn't up yet, but I've already given three couples the tour, all of whom - or the important half of them anyway - made the Approving Sound. We'll see if any of that carries through to a nibble. I wouldn't mind giving Couple #1 / Subentity #2 a bit of a nibble myself, if it came to sweetening an offer, and #3/#2 was all right as well. #2/#2 was a bit Paddy for my tastes. Damn incomprensible Caledonians. However, I understand that it's only traditional to get splayed and screwed by the agent, not the buyers.
I slammed my British Made Foot in my (annoyingly substantial) British Made Motor Vehicle door today. Bad enough to begin with, but it was the inside foot. I have no idea; I suspect I may be, or becoming, some sort of spazztard. I suppose I'd better start taunting myself.
Bought some cheapo IR headphones for late night stealth watching of porn and the shopping channels. Surprisingly useful for the price. Some hiss, which can be compensated for by cranking the source right up and the headphone volume down. I'm actually hearing a lot that gets missed by my built in TV speakers. Oh noes, am I turning into a spazztard audiophile?
Is my stereo only as good as my stylus? ------------->
Update [2006-5-23 18:20:46 by Rogerborg]: If someone doesn't call me on this soon, I shall cry for the loss of basic standards of litrusee.
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