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Yep!
Today in the world of the tiniest red headed foxé laday I want to share some boring and some most exhilerating facts about my day!
Well, I woke up and did the usual... realise the dier need to pee was inevitable but tried to hold it in for roughly half an hour as usual then giving up - doing the biz to return to sleep. Waking to an alarm... for the second time then hitting that blasted SNOOZE button so everyone else in the house will wake up within the next scheduled five minutes.. re occuringly!
I get in the shower - get dressed and doll up a little then proceed to dry my hair and eat frosted flakes (part of the regular routine of the last few months or so...) before I text the arseeeee that gives me a lift to work every sunday morn.
This morning we needed to pick up another colleage in Basildon which is about a twenty minute drive from where i live....
This is of course under normal circumstances in which you drive with some kind of love for life unlike the guy that waas trying to give me the runs.
he enters 30mph roads at seventy and decides to 'whatta the hella? we'll uhh break last minute and give claire a heart attack and a few bricks for fun...'
I thought I'd lose my life when he started to text this kid we was getting whilst driving at 70... in a country road for extra strong mints for his exceedingly bad breath. (so i ripped it from him and said DRIVE like you want to live...)
Anyway. I get to work. Its busy as heck so i do the whole deuce bigalow thing and accidentally get wet in certain area - infront of some dirty rotten fellow I want to kick hard in his yellow tea stained snappers!
I sell a £325 tank because I am cool and have nuisance with those pikey families that cant make up their mind... 'so I want the neon... no that one' When there are maybe 200 identical neons swimming as one entity!
I get a phone call - CLAIRE ITS FOR YOUUUUU HOOOOO! I expect it to be some sod complaining about the dead fish they just flushed down the bog but its my boss... and he wants to give me a pay rise and a chance to work more hours! What?? who cares a wooooooooooooooooo yea and funky chicken dance is necassary at thus point on... of course!
---- My uncle, nan and cousins stroll in for some fish. They do the whole 'feed them claire.. ooo and them' then gasp and call me a freak when I put my hands in with pirhana's and puffas etc.
BUT!!!! The funniest thing happened I tell thee....
A malnourished and dying puffa fish was taken to a colleages home last week to be better. While he was in the new tank he managed to fill up on digesting FIVE angel fish so now this little bugga was truly in ore of FLESH!
I drop in the muscle...
He darts across the tabk at record rate...
He completely throws himself into the air propelling his body from the water up the corner of the tank I'm standing at...
Me and my lil cousin in shock scream at the top of our voices and run away.. she then proceeds to cry her eyes out not realising it wasnt out to get her..
Anyway. I return home and have been studying for my theory and hazard driving test at chelmsford tomorrow.
Im scared - hints would be helpful.
I realise this time - i did not stack it, get caught on a toilet seat or puke at the entrance of Alton Towers --- after a full 6 hour journey.
o well I love yee as usual xx Ginge xx
Today in the world of the tiniest red headed foxé laday I want to share some boring and some most exhilerating facts about my day!
Well, I woke up and did the usual... realise the dier need to pee was inevitable but tried to hold it in for roughly half an hour as usual then giving up - doing the biz to return to sleep. Waking to an alarm... for the second time then hitting that blasted SNOOZE button so everyone else in the house will wake up within the next scheduled five minutes.. re occuringly!
I get in the shower - get dressed and doll up a little then proceed to dry my hair and eat frosted flakes (part of the regular routine of the last few months or so...) before I text the arseeeee that gives me a lift to work every sunday morn.
This morning we needed to pick up another colleage in Basildon which is about a twenty minute drive from where i live....
This is of course under normal circumstances in which you drive with some kind of love for life unlike the guy that waas trying to give me the runs.
he enters 30mph roads at seventy and decides to 'whatta the hella? we'll uhh break last minute and give claire a heart attack and a few bricks for fun...'
I thought I'd lose my life when he started to text this kid we was getting whilst driving at 70... in a country road for extra strong mints for his exceedingly bad breath. (so i ripped it from him and said DRIVE like you want to live...)
Anyway. I get to work. Its busy as heck so i do the whole deuce bigalow thing and accidentally get wet in certain area - infront of some dirty rotten fellow I want to kick hard in his yellow tea stained snappers!
I sell a £325 tank because I am cool and have nuisance with those pikey families that cant make up their mind... 'so I want the neon... no that one' When there are maybe 200 identical neons swimming as one entity!
I get a phone call - CLAIRE ITS FOR YOUUUUU HOOOOO! I expect it to be some sod complaining about the dead fish they just flushed down the bog but its my boss... and he wants to give me a pay rise and a chance to work more hours! What?? who cares a wooooooooooooooooo yea and funky chicken dance is necassary at thus point on... of course!
---- My uncle, nan and cousins stroll in for some fish. They do the whole 'feed them claire.. ooo and them' then gasp and call me a freak when I put my hands in with pirhana's and puffas etc.
BUT!!!! The funniest thing happened I tell thee....
A malnourished and dying puffa fish was taken to a colleages home last week to be better. While he was in the new tank he managed to fill up on digesting FIVE angel fish so now this little bugga was truly in ore of FLESH!
I drop in the muscle...
He darts across the tabk at record rate...
He completely throws himself into the air propelling his body from the water up the corner of the tank I'm standing at...
Me and my lil cousin in shock scream at the top of our voices and run away.. she then proceeds to cry her eyes out not realising it wasnt out to get her..
Anyway. I return home and have been studying for my theory and hazard driving test at chelmsford tomorrow.
Im scared - hints would be helpful.
I realise this time - i did not stack it, get caught on a toilet seat or puke at the entrance of Alton Towers --- after a full 6 hour journey.
o well I love yee as usual xx Ginge xx
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Ms NY wrote:
> Lil Ginge wrote:
> ---- My uncle, nan and cousins stroll in for some fish. They do the
> whole 'feed them claire.. ooo and them' then gasp and call me a
> freak
> when I put my hands in with pirhana's and puffas etc.
>
> Hahahaha! Dunno why, but that made me giggle while reading the rest
> of it! They really called you a freak?! And um.. don't they bite?
O yea!
well... it isnt normal to let a puffa or piryhana chase you for food...
They mean it ever so lovingly of course :P
> Lil Ginge wrote:
> ---- My uncle, nan and cousins stroll in for some fish. They do the
> whole 'feed them claire.. ooo and them' then gasp and call me a
> freak
> when I put my hands in with pirhana's and puffas etc.
>
> Hahahaha! Dunno why, but that made me giggle while reading the rest
> of it! They really called you a freak?! And um.. don't they bite?
O yea!
well... it isnt normal to let a puffa or piryhana chase you for food...
They mean it ever so lovingly of course :P
Icarus wrote:
> Hmm interesting. How much do fish tanks with neon lights cost?
Depending. I was talking about the neon fish but if you mean the little neon lights that you can have in light houses or just at the bottom shining up (and they are funkafied) they can range from a fiver to fifty.. depending where you go and what you get..
You can get like a under water kingdom!
> Hmm interesting. How much do fish tanks with neon lights cost?
Depending. I was talking about the neon fish but if you mean the little neon lights that you can have in light houses or just at the bottom shining up (and they are funkafied) they can range from a fiver to fifty.. depending where you go and what you get..
You can get like a under water kingdom!
Lil Ginge wrote:
> ---- My uncle, nan and cousins stroll in for some fish. They do the
> whole 'feed them claire.. ooo and them' then gasp and call me a freak
> when I put my hands in with pirhana's and puffas etc.
Hahahaha! Dunno why, but that made me giggle while reading the rest of it! They really called you a freak?! And um.. don't they bite?
> ---- My uncle, nan and cousins stroll in for some fish. They do the
> whole 'feed them claire.. ooo and them' then gasp and call me a freak
> when I put my hands in with pirhana's and puffas etc.
Hahahaha! Dunno why, but that made me giggle while reading the rest of it! They really called you a freak?! And um.. don't they bite?
ROFL shall be posting soon damn.
Hmm interesting. How much do fish tanks with neon lights cost?
Lan Di wrote:
> Awww I cant wait till my birthday.
> March 12th give me presents!
THATS MY BIRTHDAY TOOO!!
Did you read other post???
IM 18 ON THAT DAY!
wowwwwwwwww
> Awww I cant wait till my birthday.
> March 12th give me presents!
THATS MY BIRTHDAY TOOO!!
Did you read other post???
IM 18 ON THAT DAY!
wowwwwwwwww
it_went_límp wrote:
> LOL BI DA WAY
> O YEH WIL U HAV DA SEXEZ WIV ME
>
> O NO I FURGOT U R GINGA LOL ROFLMWOA
I would like to say at this point that gingers are not only supposed to be the friskiest in bed that we are a damn sexy and most rare legion on women.
We are to be taken seriously and given much respect - and you do not deserve th likes of this piece of fine ass.
Go tug away on some fake porn whilst pretending you have a future.
Go on hop along jimmmy... not wanted here. off with you fiend
> LOL BI DA WAY
> O YEH WIL U HAV DA SEXEZ WIV ME
>
> O NO I FURGOT U R GINGA LOL ROFLMWOA
I would like to say at this point that gingers are not only supposed to be the friskiest in bed that we are a damn sexy and most rare legion on women.
We are to be taken seriously and given much respect - and you do not deserve th likes of this piece of fine ass.
Go tug away on some fake porn whilst pretending you have a future.
Go on hop along jimmmy... not wanted here. off with you fiend
Awww I cant wait till my birthday.
March 12th give me presents!
March 12th give me presents!
dick'edknobjockeycumsquatsmallweenerdfreakwithnolife
Get the wackydory outta my thread A hole!
And I dont mean no jokin... feck off
Get the wackydory outta my thread A hole!
And I dont mean no jokin... feck off
Yep!
Today in the world of the tiniest red headed foxé laday I want to share some boring and some most exhilerating facts about my day!
Well, I woke up and did the usual... realise the dier need to pee was inevitable but tried to hold it in for roughly half an hour as usual then giving up - doing the biz to return to sleep. Waking to an alarm... for the second time then hitting that blasted SNOOZE button so everyone else in the house will wake up within the next scheduled five minutes.. re occuringly!
I get in the shower - get dressed and doll up a little then proceed to dry my hair and eat frosted flakes (part of the regular routine of the last few months or so...) before I text the arseeeee that gives me a lift to work every sunday morn.
This morning we needed to pick up another colleage in Basildon which is about a twenty minute drive from where i live....
This is of course under normal circumstances in which you drive with some kind of love for life unlike the guy that waas trying to give me the runs.
he enters 30mph roads at seventy and decides to 'whatta the hella? we'll uhh break last minute and give claire a heart attack and a few bricks for fun...'
I thought I'd lose my life when he started to text this kid we was getting whilst driving at 70... in a country road for extra strong mints for his exceedingly bad breath. (so i ripped it from him and said DRIVE like you want to live...)
Anyway. I get to work. Its busy as heck so i do the whole deuce bigalow thing and accidentally get wet in certain area - infront of some dirty rotten fellow I want to kick hard in his yellow tea stained snappers!
I sell a £325 tank because I am cool and have nuisance with those pikey families that cant make up their mind... 'so I want the neon... no that one' When there are maybe 200 identical neons swimming as one entity!
I get a phone call - CLAIRE ITS FOR YOUUUUU HOOOOO! I expect it to be some sod complaining about the dead fish they just flushed down the bog but its my boss... and he wants to give me a pay rise and a chance to work more hours! What?? who cares a wooooooooooooooooo yea and funky chicken dance is necassary at thus point on... of course!
---- My uncle, nan and cousins stroll in for some fish. They do the whole 'feed them claire.. ooo and them' then gasp and call me a freak when I put my hands in with pirhana's and puffas etc.
BUT!!!! The funniest thing happened I tell thee....
A malnourished and dying puffa fish was taken to a colleages home last week to be better. While he was in the new tank he managed to fill up on digesting FIVE angel fish so now this little bugga was truly in ore of FLESH!
I drop in the muscle...
He darts across the tabk at record rate...
He completely throws himself into the air propelling his body from the water up the corner of the tank I'm standing at...
Me and my lil cousin in shock scream at the top of our voices and run away.. she then proceeds to cry her eyes out not realising it wasnt out to get her..
Anyway. I return home and have been studying for my theory and hazard driving test at chelmsford tomorrow.
Im scared - hints would be helpful.
I realise this time - i did not stack it, get caught on a toilet seat or puke at the entrance of Alton Towers --- after a full 6 hour journey.
o well I love yee as usual xx Ginge xx
Today in the world of the tiniest red headed foxé laday I want to share some boring and some most exhilerating facts about my day!
Well, I woke up and did the usual... realise the dier need to pee was inevitable but tried to hold it in for roughly half an hour as usual then giving up - doing the biz to return to sleep. Waking to an alarm... for the second time then hitting that blasted SNOOZE button so everyone else in the house will wake up within the next scheduled five minutes.. re occuringly!
I get in the shower - get dressed and doll up a little then proceed to dry my hair and eat frosted flakes (part of the regular routine of the last few months or so...) before I text the arseeeee that gives me a lift to work every sunday morn.
This morning we needed to pick up another colleage in Basildon which is about a twenty minute drive from where i live....
This is of course under normal circumstances in which you drive with some kind of love for life unlike the guy that waas trying to give me the runs.
he enters 30mph roads at seventy and decides to 'whatta the hella? we'll uhh break last minute and give claire a heart attack and a few bricks for fun...'
I thought I'd lose my life when he started to text this kid we was getting whilst driving at 70... in a country road for extra strong mints for his exceedingly bad breath. (so i ripped it from him and said DRIVE like you want to live...)
Anyway. I get to work. Its busy as heck so i do the whole deuce bigalow thing and accidentally get wet in certain area - infront of some dirty rotten fellow I want to kick hard in his yellow tea stained snappers!
I sell a £325 tank because I am cool and have nuisance with those pikey families that cant make up their mind... 'so I want the neon... no that one' When there are maybe 200 identical neons swimming as one entity!
I get a phone call - CLAIRE ITS FOR YOUUUUU HOOOOO! I expect it to be some sod complaining about the dead fish they just flushed down the bog but its my boss... and he wants to give me a pay rise and a chance to work more hours! What?? who cares a wooooooooooooooooo yea and funky chicken dance is necassary at thus point on... of course!
---- My uncle, nan and cousins stroll in for some fish. They do the whole 'feed them claire.. ooo and them' then gasp and call me a freak when I put my hands in with pirhana's and puffas etc.
BUT!!!! The funniest thing happened I tell thee....
A malnourished and dying puffa fish was taken to a colleages home last week to be better. While he was in the new tank he managed to fill up on digesting FIVE angel fish so now this little bugga was truly in ore of FLESH!
I drop in the muscle...
He darts across the tabk at record rate...
He completely throws himself into the air propelling his body from the water up the corner of the tank I'm standing at...
Me and my lil cousin in shock scream at the top of our voices and run away.. she then proceeds to cry her eyes out not realising it wasnt out to get her..
Anyway. I return home and have been studying for my theory and hazard driving test at chelmsford tomorrow.
Im scared - hints would be helpful.
I realise this time - i did not stack it, get caught on a toilet seat or puke at the entrance of Alton Towers --- after a full 6 hour journey.
o well I love yee as usual xx Ginge xx
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