This RB collage thing.
The collage, relaxing at home yesterday.
Look, I know I said we had until November to get this done but I've changed my mind. RB could do with some lovin' TODAY. So, stop what you're doing, it's probably illegal, pointless or none of your business anyway, think about what kind of f**king difference you're going to get round to making today and then contemplate giving it all up.
Like auto-eroticism
But just before you pick up the phone to your employer, spouse, estate agent or overpaid dental technician 'Shirley', to say "blow me, baby", stop just short of the brink and in the eurphoria that follows take some time to think of the contribution you could make to this here purty little collage number. Yes, it has pre-school overtones and yes it ain't the Mona Lisa but what is these days? "Thoughts count and I'm counting on your thoughts, thanks for watching MLOD, we'll be back at the same time next week" and all manner of ineptitude ridden, diplomatic-bag-smuggled nonsense.
In other words, the closing date for entries to this collage is, like, yesterday. Once it's filled (and yes it can be extended if there are more entries than there is currently space for), I intend to print it off on my lovely colour desktop photo thing here, frame it and then hurl it across the pond to old RB himself. He will of course receive a digital copy too, but he'd argue that darts tend bounce of his notebook's screen more readily than they do off a framed picture.
Anyway, stop doing what you do, taking the afternoon out ain't gonna kill you.
The collage, relaxing at home yesterday.
Look, I know I said we had until November to get this done but I've changed my mind. RB could do with some lovin' TODAY. So, stop what you're doing, it's probably illegal, pointless or none of your business anyway, think about what kind of f**king difference you're going to get round to making today and then contemplate giving it all up.
Like auto-eroticism
But just before you pick up the phone to your employer, spouse, estate agent or overpaid dental technician 'Shirley', to say "blow me, baby", stop just short of the brink and in the eurphoria that follows take some time to think of the contribution you could make to this here purty little collage number. Yes, it has pre-school overtones and yes it ain't the Mona Lisa but what is these days? "Thoughts count and I'm counting on your thoughts, thanks for watching MLOD, we'll be back at the same time next week" and all manner of ineptitude ridden, diplomatic-bag-smuggled nonsense.
In other words, the closing date for entries to this collage is, like, yesterday. Once it's filled (and yes it can be extended if there are more entries than there is currently space for), I intend to print it off on my lovely colour desktop photo thing here, frame it and then hurl it across the pond to old RB himself. He will of course receive a digital copy too, but he'd argue that darts tend bounce of his notebook's screen more readily than they do off a framed picture.
Anyway, stop doing what you do, taking the afternoon out ain't gonna kill you.