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March 19, 2007
Formula 1 back on track
Now that Top Gear is resting for the summer....there has to be something to take up the slack.
Thank God for the Grand Prix season, and fresh meat.........
Albert Park in Melbourne did us proud, and as Murray used to say, it was GO GO GO.
The best bit for me was when Bernie Ecclestone told Brundle to collar the Prime Minister of some country or other....poor Martin wades into a group of blokes and asks Bernie: 'Which one is he????'
As he himself commented: 'That's why sport and politics never mix'
Priceless.
All hail to the new Tiger Woods of F.1......... Lewis Hamilton
Posted by Letitcia at 07:10 AM | Comments (0)
March 02, 2007
Letitcia gets rich
It had to happen, my run of indifferent and shite luck could not go on....I AM NOW RICH BEYOND MY WILDEST DREAMS.
Well, a few minor details have to be ironed out... BUT ...UNTOLD RICHES ARE MINE.........
Thank God i read the broadsheets every day.
I originally used to adopt this Modus Operandi, to be able to accomodate the company of Patrons who were socially dysfunctional.
There are many people who cannot string a sentence together, let alone think of ONE thing to say.
So i have a care of duty to fill in the void....and make the person feel as if THEY are well read.
It's called the mirror effect...something women have been doing for centuries.
So when i read: '£3m for victim left obsessed with sex', i had an epiphany.
And will try to find a Head Honcho for Head injuries...i'm sure it will be listed as H in yellow pages
OOOOOOooooh!!!!! I knew being a rock chick was the road to redemption. I can even pinpoint the year of the accident.
I was headbanging at THE HUNGRY YEARS rock club (conveniently along the road) and they were golden days.
I could saunter along, do a bit of bopping ...and pick up a 'Hungry Years Takeaway'
Yes, rampant young men with long hair, and equally long tongues and a hard on the size of Florida.
'Faith No More' ended the evening on the ancient sound system, the song was: YOU CAME (from) OUT OF NOWHERE
There was a moshing frenzy in the centre of the dance floor and my substantial ebonpoint strained against my custom made spiked leather 'boulder holder'
On the last chorus, my head collided with about 10 others going for the burn....
OOOOOOAAAAAAAWWWWW!!!!
And that put paid to any head being given to patron (actually i don't think i was working then)or boyfriend alike, since i had a massive headache for days after.
This, i now believe, has led me to be a Nympho.
I need sex for breakfast, sex for lunch, supper and all times inbetween.
For SEX, read ORAL...but the thing is FINDING SOMEONE TO DO IT.
I've tried to do it myself, and wished to god (notice there is a SMALL 'G' since i do not believe) i was a cat that could lick its own butt...but, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
A Pussy can lick its arse, but I cannot lick my pussy.
God is SUCH A WANKER.
I knew being a fithy bitch would stand me in good stead one day.
Posted by Letitcia at 06:28 PM | Comments (1)