I embarrassingly yell out 'I AM THE KING!' when completing something even slightly challenging. I don't look before I cross the road. (I just follow Arleen)
potholes.
sincere melodic yelping with bleeps, please.
Ones with search warrants and bunches of five.
I haven't watched television for about two years. But now I live in a flat with three of them. Disaster! I watched Eastenders the other evening. The beginning of the end? I think so.
Yesterday I finished reading 'Carter Beats the Devil' by Glen David Gold. It was great! I'll lend it to you if you like!
Larry David.