So here I am peacefully digging away at my Raspberry Mousse topped with Mary in Pleasure done in white chocolate when googles' random bits shift into order, finally revealing the awful lie so well kept by the Brazilian Beach Volleyball Federation...

All that enigma reading rubs off...

P.S: If you're a Volleyball fan, you'd appreciate that last link - filename + volley.html

urped by gumz @ 3:40 PM

"But when he heard what Lee has to say, the caged tiger rose out of the soapy water like some glorious warrior prince, and without trying to cover up his naked body, began....."

Yes, go on take a guess... Began what? Huh? What dya think?

Behold the worst sentence to come out of Hugh Sebag Montefiore. Don't you just lurve that name. Say it... Huuuugh Sebag Montefiooooree. Hugh.Sebag.Monti-fioree... Can't get enough can you? I just spent approximately 40 seconds trying out the variations.

But, the book is quite good. It's just that one sentence; like anyone's going to believe me... muahahhaha....

Yes, I feel a bit mad. It seems that in the near-past my mind has been occupied with Hans, Hot-Ass-Foreign-Chick, and Women's Volley Ball. There's really been nothing much to say... With the meager worthwhile thoughts going to thoughtus, why? looks a bit neglected.

I just realized that I've tapped away at this, actually thinking that someone will read it... Honestly, my conceit knows no bounds.

urped by gumz @ 9:33 PM