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You can't deny she's cute? I think its her eyes which do it for me, the way she looks at the camera girly swoon
Self satisfied wide eyed over optimistic establishment hugging shiny faced derivative meaningless unamusing asexual bedroom dwelling kak pedalling soft toy hoarding adorable acceptable dumb cutesy you tube wannabe pointlessness inducing art vacuum. I'd rather have a sexual encounter with a Sylvanian Family member. I've never been so flaccid. An evening with Jeneane Garofolo would be infinitely preferable to staring into that pony kissing gormless mug!... But that might be just me.
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If I hit a tennis racket on the ground or against my shoe during a knock about I have to flip it round in my hand and hit the other side "to even it out".
If I get an email which requires a response I have to mark it as flagged first, then leave it for a bit, then respond... Some sort of neurotic mechanism to prevent stupid responses I suppose.
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....unless it smells like a single malt.
It just means that someone may have dropped their hip flask.
Nobody, no matter how pissed drops a hip flask. They may fall but the flask will always remain tightly clamped to their mittened claw. If it smells like single malt - it's liver failure. Don't eat it!
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Just drove (don't judge - I have my reasons) to the studio to try to get some work done. There was a real hero on a road bike picking his way down Stepney Green. Blue fisherman style waterproof trousers, slick tyres and a can do attitude. I sat behind him all the way to Mile End Stadium (no overtaking wobbly bikists on a rink like that), he even made it over the Canal Bridge. Good work!
How very dare you! Wash your mouth out. That's Richard Dreyfuss and he's just straight up cool. Nothing hipster about him he's a frikkin legend.