Only if you have the right experience…
I admit it. I am a crap parent. The philosophy by which our daughter is raised follows the principles of PLR (The Path of Least Resistance), i.e. I am trying to make it as easy for myself as it can possibly get. It’s Hipp instead of baby led weaning (I never got the point of […]
If the airplane machine head flies heading up excessively, please ratherish get down the airplan tail department press. If the airplane flies the opportune moment head gets down to wash, please ratherish heading up the airplane tail department lift. Must drink less. Must drink less. Must drink less.
I am not sure I got the message right here. Please tell me it’s not just me.
Tempted, anyone? Maybe not such a first class idea after all…
It’s about time they have introduced internet opening hours. I might introduce them on my blog soon. It just makes an awful lot more sense. Should I just take lunch off or should I close shop all afternoon?
Despite the little bras sign on our front door, saying ‘No Junk Mail’, I found this oeuvre cramped into our letter box:
No smoking. Now, really, absolutely no smoking! Ok, here’s the ashtray. As spotted on a Lufthansa Boeing 737.
Flipping through the pages of my favourite magazine, I stumbled across an advertisement for Halle Berry’s first scent. A beautiful picture of a beautiful woman. Admittedly, I don’t understand celebrity endorsed perfumes. I mean, who wants to smell like someone else? But what really caught my attention here was the claim:
Being a mum is a dirty business: Runny poos, stinky poos, small poos, big poos. We’ve seen it all, smelt it all and got over and done with it. So why is it, that our so called strong men make such a fuzz about it? Pah! Douchebags!