Last night, Didgeridoo Boy somehow roped me into saying I am a fan of Justin Bieber. I don't know how he did it, one second we were talking about Faster Pussycat, and the next I was somehow a Bieber fan. A big one. This is giving me a headache. A bad one.
He also gleefully pulled me down the hall by my ankle. We were having a little game of chase, and I fell. Just before that, he'd been throwing treats to Totsi the Dog from the balcony. She can, nine times out of ten, catch them. Great fun, this.
Why expound upon facts like these?
Have a little more music while I recover from the shock of Didge's branding:
Love, love, love that song. I can still smell the clove cigarettes....
Here's some more! And, as revenge for Didgeridoo Boy placing this *thing* upon me, I am going to tell you that he looks like Micky.
Check damned mate, baby.
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