"It was hot, so I was standing around the house in my underwear when the neighbour walked in with a jar of pickled onions."
How many people have used that excuse, do you think?
Add one to the list.
UPDATE! - It's fun playing around with sentences! Instead of...
"It was hot, so I was standing around the house in my underwear when the neighbour walked in with a jar of pickled onions."
... imagine that I'd rearranged the words, thusly:
"So, I was standing around the house in my underwear when the neighbour walked in with a jar of pickled onions. It was hot."
Or even -
"So, I was standing around the house when the neighbour walked in with a jar of pickled onions in my underwear. It was hot."
I'm not thinking what you're not thinking either, and I'm sure you'll be relieved to know that none of that happened. At all.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Tim, your links stink, you fink!
- John Bangsund's Threepenny Planet
- Broken Biro
- Poetry 24
- Superlative scribbles
- Kirstyn McD!
- Rorrim a tsomla almost a mirror
- More Sterne
- Sterne
- Cam the man from the Dan.
- Too hot to Raaaaaaandallllllll!
- Erin's Excellently Everlasting Effervescements!
- Slammy Infamy
- Hail Paco!
- Baron Blandwagon, purveyor of cyberbunnies, hawker of Roger Corman, and Misruler of the Multiverse
- The Bolta. Aiyeeeeee!!!!!
- Bad Apple Audrey
- The cartoon church
- Sir Martinkus
- A Zemblanian abroad and at home
- A hodge podge of hotzeplotz
- THE SLAMMA!
- Jottlesby's nottings, or should that be Nottlesby's jottings?
- The Snarking of the Hunt
- Jazzy Hands
- David of Metal City
- David the Barista
- The Blogger on the Cast Iron Balcony
- Be an Opinion Dominion Minion!
- Mel...
- ... and Fel
- His brilliant career - from whale sushi to crumbed prawn
- Jo Blogs
- Yet another Tim
- Croucherisms...
- Was two peas, now three peas
- Desciopolous!
- ... Still Life - now with extra rotating cats!
- Erin...
- An Amazingly Awesome Australian Ampersand!
- Blink and you'll miss 'er
- Red in the land of the tigers!
- Wire of Vibe
- Chase him, ladies, he's in the cavalry!
- The Non-palindromical Editrix in Germanium
- Old Sterne
- Gempiricalisations
- TonyT
- The briefs...
- ... and the brieflets
- The Purple Blog
- Blairville, lair of all that is wicked and perfidious
- The enticingly acronymical CSH
- EXTREEEEEEEME WYNTER!
- Mark of California
- Jellyfish
- Silent Speaking
- Lexicon the Mexican
Blog Archive
-
▼
2012
(275)
-
▼
January
(33)
- Three years of Badger's Dozen
- Variations on a theme
- Sartorialisms
- A philosophical moment with Timothy Train
- What disturbs our blood
- Awkwardness
- Misunderstatement
- Send a social worker for the social networker
- The bloodcurdling battle between man and paper bag
- The rise and fall and rise and fall and rise and r...
- Communications devolution
- Piffolous poffolous
- Train things
- How many of you...
- Problems are no problems with me!
- This song goes out to a certain chicken mumma out ...
- I'll leave you with this thought
- Getting away from the people who get away from it all
- Iron chicken
- An ambivalent poem about sweat
- Itch glitch
- Oh, boy! Larson again!
- The meaning of blife
- Adventures in interactive blogs
- Not-so-happy anymore
- Pink punk think thunk
- I'd rather an uncomfortable silence than an uncomf...
- Thinkly thunkly
- Put down the handkerchief and step slowly away fro...
- Ah, the bucolic charms of our domestic life
- Almost as good
- Right message, wrong audience
- That time of year again
-
▼
January
(33)
2 comments:
The heat has pickled one's brains as well as one's onions. That's a lot of pickling (and a lot of neighbours, by the end of the post.)
No no it was only one neighbour! Really.
Post a Comment