I’ve been challenged/tagged/pushed over, this time by that Rebecca Brown, to do one of those random fact things.
As usual I am torn between hating the damn thing and doing it because I’ve not written anything on this site for ages. So, for the sake of filling a gap in my busy schedule, I shall partake.
So here are my
10 Random Facts About Me:
- I have never told a lie.
- I love to tell lies.
- I once told a shopkeeper that I would pop back later. And I never did.
- I sometimes forget things, but I always remember an old joke.
- As a child, I was much smaller.
- There is no random fact number 6.
- One time, I was eating a bag of Monster Munch and I found a nugget of pure beef flavour in the bottom of the bag. It was the size of a bubblegum ball and tasted like beefy angels dancing on my tongue while playing their meat harps. It was the best day of my life.
- I regret inventing the term “meat harps”.
- I sometimes forget things, but I always remember an old joke
And Number 10: A big fat hen.
This concludes my list. And now you have read it you will find that you have fallen into my trap and can now consider yourselves tagged. You must now do your own list.
Get on with it
I hate you all
Goodbye.




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never mind the beefy harps, it’s the beefy angels I worry about!
http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTzfYEp4HjhnEV9RDde9HT0NMzBxzUmCGuzgww98Q4-zEiYXBEt9w
Just had that picture lying around, eh?
Dear *choke* Algernon,
is that *your* tattoo…?
Dear Nettie,
oh, yum yum! Also RAWR!
Hugs,
Squeaky
Of course it’s my tattoo. It’s part of my awesomeness.
It is, indeed, awesome.