||[Mar. 8th, 2007|12:15 am]
Well... It's half past nothing and I have school tomorrow. Time to go to bed I think.
Apart from losing my voice a bit and sounding like Duane Bensey or Howell Granger I'm not too bad. Sorry this is brief but I'm tired and I must go to bed.
Although, I would like to take the time to say that "James Sirrel's mum is so fat. She tried to weigh herself but the scales just said, 'to be continued...'. Seriously, James was taking her out for a walk, because with her weight she needs assitance. Anyway, it was hard to say whether she was walking or rolling. She put on some high heels and walked/rolled down the hill. When she reached the bottom the shoes had turned into flip-flops. She saw a doughnut in the middle of the road and stopped to admire it. She bent over to pick it up (where we entered daylight savings time) and I had to swerve to get out of the way but I had to swerve so much I ran out of petrol. I told her she needed to lose some weight... and she said she'd tried all the diets in the world. I didn't believe her but she insisted, she said she once tried a "seafood" diet. Anything she saw, she ate. I explained that that was a "seefood" diet. Anyway, she trotted off however she got stuck between two lamp-posts on the motorway where she started to fester. Noone could be bothered to shift her so they turned the area into a residential zone. She got her own postcode of course. As far as I know she's still there... a few tramps tried sleeping under her but they all died of suffocation, tuberculosis or both.
Try that one out for size James!