Mrs JD came home late and tired; being pregnant has zapped her out totally. So we decided not to cook but to get a take out with what’s left of my birthday money. So the indian this evening was on my sister. (Insert ‘not literally’ gag later.) Oh and Mrs JD told her sister the address for here, hi Sarah.
*snip* Rest cut, as quite frankly, it was utter shit. Normal service shall be resumed shortly.
For now imagine a tap dancing albino baboon.
Csn you see him? Isn’t he funny? No don’t look as the lack of enteries or quality content, look at the baboon. Yes.
