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"Hm... I never did acting before... Wait, that's a lie, for 19 years, I've took the role of a heterosexual" My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 6 - And you say how appropriate
My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 4 - And you say how appropriate
My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 9 - And you say how appropriate
Mum: Can you get the glasses, [random soppy pet name 'sweetheart'] My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 15 - And you say how appropriate
Paul, never forget: My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 10 - And you say how appropriate
"Yes, it is possible for a person to drink too much water. It is called water intoxication. What happens is the sodium level in the blood reaches very low levels (because of dilution by excess water which can only be excreted in the urine, sweat or breath). This disturbs water balance in the brain, which can cause epileptic seizures and even death." My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 13 - And you say how appropriate
My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 9 - And you say how appropriate
'Try smiling.' She said. ( Lyrics meme thing )
My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 8 - And you say how appropriate
My wrists are 6.5" My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 9 - And you say how appropriate
 My handwriting (posted from the forums... For I dunno.) My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 2 - And you say how appropriate
My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 2 - And you say how appropriate
 Slash's Hat > My Hat > Everything else My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 10 - And you say how appropriate
I saw the dumbest unbelievably stupid thing. My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 1 - And you say how appropriate
The one thing I detest now. My father moved the clock from the lounge into his bedroom for some reason, anyway. I kept moaning that I would always look at where the clock should be and realise it was gone, but he moved the clock from the kitchen to the lounge, solved nothing. Now I say about how I can't break the habit of looking at the wall in the kitchen, and I can't. >_< (It's been gone like six months) Argh. So annoying. I'll always be looking at the wall for the time. My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 4 - And you say how appropriate
Boot-cut jeans with trainers? Smart, Dad, smart My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 1 - And you say how appropriate
This is a test post from Photobucket.com My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 4 - And you say how appropriate
My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 11 - And you say how appropriate
After seeing the common "Shoot the duck/bird/criminal/robber/pig and win a prize/ipod/something-or-other" My sweater is on backwards and inside out - 5 - And you say how appropriate
by Noel Coward In tropical climes there are certain times of day When all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire. It's one of the rules that the greatest fools obey, Because the sun is much too sultry And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray. The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts, Because they're obviously, definitely nuts! Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun, The Japanese don´t care to, the Chinese wouldn´t dare to, Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one But Englishmen detest-a siesta. In the Philippines they have lovely screens to protect you from the glare. In the Malay States, there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear. At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done, But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see, that though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heat, When the white man rides every native hides in glee, Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree. It seems such a shame when the English claim the earth, They give rise to such hilarity and mirth. Ha ha ha ha hoo hoo hoo hoo hee hee hee hee ...... Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it. In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun, They put their Scotch or Rye down, and lie down. In a jungle town where the sun beats down to the rage of man and beast The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased. In Bangkok at twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and run, But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit. In Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun, To reprimand each inmate who's in late. In the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from twelve till two. Even caribous lie around and snooze, for there's nothing else to do. In Bengal to move at all is seldom ever done, But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. |
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