When Mummy and Daddy love each other very very muchly, they make a wish, and Raptor JC calls his home-dawg the stork and the stork picks up a baby from a wholesale factory in China, and sends it by courier to Mummy's vagina.
I agree with this. I think music holds memories, when I listen to an old song, I start to remember where I was and how I was feeling when I first heard the song- maybe I was happy, or upset about something, but whatever it is the song helped me express what I didn’t know how to say in words. (most of the time)
repeat after me... the word is vuvuzela-vuvuzela-vuvuzela
The persistent droning one hears when watching the FIFA World Cup in south africa this year is the sound of the vuvuzela. And people seem to be hating it, the footballers are distracted. In fact, maybe UK goalie could blame it for his missed goal.
Apparently it could cause deafness if one has unprotected ears, and is subject to its 127 decibels of droning day to day.
Just managed to wrestle my little troll sister off to her first social. I confess it was entirely my idea, because she never seems to go out, always sitting at home and playing games on her computer or watching videos on youtube. You cannot imagine how hard it was to force her to wear makeup. She’s not the most tomboy thing ever, she actually wears make up for ballet, yet she is totally against wearing it to a social. It’s not that big a deal wearing make up since she’s properly in her teen years now that she’s (almost) fifteen. And shoes. She insisted on wearing that black pair that doesn’t go… oh dear.