[London, October 12. Image via INF.]
Okay it's almost 1am on Friday (Saturday) and I am at home with a lawn flamingo-pink water bottle on my back and a wicked sinus infection and no one will likely ever read any comments I make right now but I STILL feel justified in throwing my mockery into the time/space chasm that is a dead thread 11 hours after the fact (act, act.. act...).
She reminds me of this actress of a certain age but I can't think of the name. You know the crazy short one with the glasses? Anyway, so the words "Dame Edna" are on a damn loop in my 'roid addled dome and I think maybe it's her (it is, of course, not - though, maybe) and I Google.
This is the FIRST image that comes up [www.newswire.ca] What the hell. No really: what the h-e-hockey sticks am I wasting my psychic mojo on shit like this for??
If a comment falls in a blog and there's no one around to read it, does it make a sound? How many babies fit in a tire?
Oh yeah, the mockery. Ha! Kelly proves that lead ripstick does brain damage. Ha!