Some say the interweb is the best invention of all time.
Porn? Spam? Phishing? Cats?
Hmmm … they could be right.
But then, when you're waiting for your stock to boil and flicking mindlessly through the more desperate corners of your newspaper's website you realise that sometimes there is simply too much information …
There are things I really do not need in my life. That was one of them.
7 comments:
Ah a dear little baby bottom....what is wrong with that, think of all the stuff you buy to cook!!
I like the coat that keeps flashing on the advert for M&S!
Hope you managed to see John Wallwork, he is also on next week as well.. a great man.
you do not need it. So you give us all a link so that we know we don't need it either....?
That was so much information, in fact, that I didn't read it all.
I did see him, mum, and I'll look out for next week's prog.
There's nothing wrong with the baby's bottom (other than I didn't really want to look at it at breakfast time); it's the text underneath that got icky.
Pea, you have me sussed. Hee hee.
Petrea, you missed out on a disgusting treat.
I KNEW I shouldn't look at that link, but like a train wreck, I could not look away. And now, I need brain bleach to remove that image of big, sweaty, hairy, infected, oozing male butts!
*make it stop, dive*
*snickering like a schoolgirl again*
xoxoxoxo
Well, that certainly was information I didn't know -- and didn't need to know. One of the many reasons I'm glad I don't work in the medical profession....
It's a gross but strangely hilarious piece, is it not, Savannah? Unfortunately it lodges in your mind and won't go away.
Which I suppose is better than lodging in your natal cleft.
xoxoxoxox
I'm with you there, Ms.M. Anyone won wants to be a doctor or a nurse has to be slightly unhinged.
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