portrait of the artist's bedrooms
no one said it would be pretty
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It was a joke.
Posted by: The ghost of Henry Cooper | July 31, 2006 at 06:57 PM
Here's another one:
A snail knocks on the door of a farmer at two in the morning and asks for a glass of water. Enraged at being awoken, the farmer kicks the snail to the end of the garden.
Six months later there's a knock at the door. The farmer peers down, the snail looks up and asks "What did you do that for?"
Have to say your blog has been a shade introspective for the casual reader, not much of a laugh to be had.
Posted by: The ghost of Henry Cooper | August 03, 2006 at 10:21 PM