I made the fatal mistake of looking at Slap and Tickle because of a message on my Hotmail account. There were messages and I had to reply saying I no longer did Slap and Tickle and to leave an Email address if they wanted to keep in touch. That should bring forth no responses and a I can wash my hands of it. Pah.
Anyway, I made notes that I no longer did Slap and Tickle and thanked everyone, as you do. Well, you try to thank people on Fubar and so far not one Bouncer has come out of the pipes or bottles. Anyway, I managed to get out of Slap and Tickle without any regrets or remorse and hopefully will not need to go back there again.
Funny really, I had 100 friends on there, all of whom asked to be a friend. However only three people ever bothered to keep in touch, the rest was just to get their numbers up. Not that I care because it helped making the break from the place.
The only thing it was good for was using my imagination but then there are things to write here and at home which maybe will get done now.
I refuse to give anyone my Hotmail address because it is the only one that does not get SPAM and no one would ever guess the name I use.
Oh, as there is work to be diddled and done there is no excuse to sit here. The electro magnetic dust needs zapping, Brassy Lass needs a vacuum because I see she is full of crumbs because he who knows all has been at it and eating toast over her. Then the bag needs emptying before it spontaneously implodes within the vacuum cleaner itself. I hate that, having to vacuum the vacuum cleaner that is. Ah vey. Oh well, at least the sun is shining it is mid summer and the deck chair calls. JOKE, it is freezing, pouring and not even fit for ducks to waddle or paddle about in. Pah, roll on February and Goa.
