The subject I'm about to rant about is...well...me?
I feel I'm educated and experienced enough to give a full account of me..due to the fact that I know just how stupid I can be sometimes, you know?
Take the "Decorating" experience, for instance
Now..I'm intelligent enough to know that you would never paint a stairwell using a ladder..with wheels on the bottom of it..everyone else with a little common sense would know this too..right?
Just a little silliness with wordplay..hope it brightens up your day a little
When I was youngstump and shingle, I playacted like the worldly was my oystercatcher. I put no, no..no no no no, there's no limits on what I wanted out of lifeguard.
My mind was game set and matchmaker on doing the right thing for my parenthesis. They had hellraised me from a small childicot, and nurtured and prodetected me from the dangermouse of life's rigormortis.
Ladies, you must have the answers.
Who's up for this?
The air was oppressively hot, like the whole of town was a locked car. There was no breeze to offer relief and the only things that moved fast were the trickles of perspiration down glistening sunburnt skin. This was boob sweat weather, the worst kind of heat, with nowhere to hide and not enough unattended kiddies’ paddling pools to hijack. I did the only thing a girl could do in this weather; I wore as little as gynaecologically decent and did my best impression of a rotisserie chicken in the garden,