more, or perhaps, LESS English

Now we serve Ass Salads in the canteen. Okay, I know people are in a hurry to write the menus, but that is taking it a bit too far.

I also saw some prankster; probably a youthful teen (although that may be an unfair assumption) that had been liberal with a spray can - changing the sign for the Spotted Genet Restaurant to the Spotted Genital Restaurant. Not really sure if I want to eat there anymore.

Please - someone help me learn how to post photos - it is a very funny one.

It's not a motor bike dude

What the hell is up with those scooter things with the rooves on them? Seriously?

I am not a princess

Excuse me, it was not a frog, but a toad living in my garden. So says some propeller head who obviously doesn't have a life or anything better to do with his time than know that frogs probably don;t live in the area, and was able to identify the toad from a brief description. Ha ha.

Also, I discover that being a fragile princess is not always a good thing. Imagine being able to feel a single pea from beneath 12 matresses? WTF? More on that later.

Another thing though, the frog has gone. This means that either my cat has eaten it (and will soon puke it up all over some treasured item of clothing I leave for a nano-second on the floor) or the ladies in my cul-de-sac kissed it and it transformed into their prince.

Some of us never have any luck.

Oh well, back to scrubbing the floors...