OrganiSed Chaos

I had need to go to the supermarket on the way home tonight, and whilst I was there, I had some odd thoughts occur to me, and they have been running rampant through my head ever since.
So rampant in fact, they may keep me awake.
Sad, I know, but it was the supermarket and if I don’t zone out, the knob jockeys people in there drive me insane with their inane conversations/musings about the merits of what Fido should eat this week, or how the generic tomato sauce they have in their hand will compare to one of the brand names still on the shelf.
You know, the vitally important stuff!

Anyhow, here are just a few little snippets of what happens in my head when I have need to zone out.

Where do flies go at night?
I wonder what sort of toilet paper the queen uses?
Was Rock Hudson a pillow biter or did he prefer to lift shirts?
Who woke up one morning and thought to make those little plastic doofeys that turn into rice crackers and pappdums?
What possesses a person to be a plumber {they paddle in shit for a living} or a shearer {you have to wonder about someone who chooses to work with their head below their arse FFS}
Why can’t someone invent a fucking bra that doesn’t leave me feeling like I’m in prison?

I shit you not, these were some of the things that occured to me.
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Surely I’m not the only one who has these bizarre little sessions in my head?
Don’t leave me out here on my own people…please!

FYI, the pic has nothing to do with the post, it was merely one I felt fitting for the whole random thoughts thing.

My second adopted word.

Senticous
adj:
Prickly, thorny

My new staff have decided my general demeanour is senticous {dead truth…}

Perhaps if they did their job as they’re paid to do, and shoved their pathetic, holier than thou attitude up their puckered little arseholes, they would find my general demeanour a little more sunny.

I actually used this word today when reading the riot act to one of them who thought perhaps having been there 10 years, gave her the right to tell me how to do my job. About which she knows little by the way.
{picture me rolling my eyes here}

Are you surpised to discover they had NFI what I was talking about??

I’m not.

They need to read more.

I can hear the voice calling me from the kitchen.

Maureeeeeeeeen!!

Maureeeeeeeeen!!

Come on!!

You KNOW you wanna!

I’m so sweet, and will slip into you sooo easily.

It will be like heaven.

You know it will.

Just one honey…

One can’t hurt.

Noone will know.

So sweet, keeping me warm, deep inside.

Keep me warm it will.

I know, because I’ve done it before.

Many times….and 1 is NEVER enough!!

Dammit I want a bourbon!!!!

Fucking diet that won’t allow alcohol should be against the law!!!

I’d pick another one, but this is the one that gets the best results.

**sigh**

Someone tell me it’s gonna be worth it.

Please????

Yes. The rumour is true.

I’ve adopted triplets. Not identical, but triplets all the same.

Anja put me onto this great idea, and I thought it was wonderful.

Only I couldn’t decide on just 1, so I picked 3.

What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment!!

This is my first adoptee.

Isangelous
adj:
Equivalent to the angels.

“Some of my friends are isangelous” {a very true statement let me add}

I have 2 others for you, and they will come later.

I need to become accustomed to using this one before I introduce the others.

Off you go!

Adopt a word. Let’s help keep the English language alive and well.

I thought the law here in Oz was the pits until I read this story.

Vomit inducing bullshit

I don’t know what to say.

Gobsmacked.

Stunned.

Outraged.

Nauseous.

All of the above.

This is apparently justice for a young girl imprisoned for 24 years by her own father, sexually abused and made to bear 7 of his children {effectively her brothers and sisters} one of which he left to die for fear of being exposed for what he is.

I almost despair of a race that has his type in it, and I despair totally of the “justice” system that allows this to happen.

People wonder why I drink.

Check the story and let me know if I need to bring in some extra booze, and an arrival time would help too.

Yes, tis Kelly’s birthday today

{should I tell you she’s 35? NAH! better not I guess…}

I’ve left a photo here for her, and under it is a bottle of scotch.

If ever I was going shopping or out , the standard question was always “Is there anything else anyone wants?”

Kelly’s response was always “Black man and a bottle of scotch”

If I did a list and left it anywhere in sight, she would add that line to the bottom {or sometimes the top} of the list.

She’s a bit far away to give her a proper pressie, so I thought maybe this would help…..

Kelly, I hope your day is wonderful. Knowing Tony arrived home in time makes me smile, because you were missing him so much.

I’m guessing that’s the only pressie you really wanted, I just thought these might make you smile.

I wish for you nothing but sunshine and clear skies, and that all your dreams come true sweetie.

We love you very much.

Mum and Mark