Once again we come to the end of this incomprehensible bisiesto. Most of you are probably glad to see it go. I on the other hand, particularly awaits the anjo-nuevo with guarded optimism. After all 2009 seems to be the year of hope. (Cross fingers)
And since this is just another expletive blog, I'd like to tell those who care that in truth, I won't say as much, not that I detest lenghty expositions but because I had no time nor day for deep reflections; other than to say that this globewatcher is just full of it. Full of shit! That's it.
Yes dear butter cups, mesdames et monsieurs; after briefly reading a book about this Australian dude who hides and personifies a monstrous and bespectacled lady that rhymes with Lame Erna, I got this very un-original idea, that maybe I should also end this blog with a year-end recipe.
You see over the years, my queen maman taught me a lot of things. One of which is to take care of myself and one another and also be responsible to my own action. She instilled in me as well the notion of perseverance. And most of all she taught me how to bring to a boil litter of mineral agua without burning the kettle.
How's that for this year end's bollocks? Now if you could just pass me some sugar, cubes, that would be great!
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help yourself bitch.