…got me a nicely made,retro (70s?), Dept’ of Education blackboard at the tip shop a several weeks back…
…coupla coats of blackboard paint and…
…finally affixed it to the kitchen wall on Monday…
…easier to draw on, affixed, than when it’s balanced, precariously, on the bread bin…
…mission accomplished…
…somewhere to write shopping lists or to catch ideas for cartoons as they come out of the nearby radio…
…like so…
…pretty sure I didn’t mishear him, but this was at 6.00am and I’m pretty much running on instinct at that time of the morning…
…instinct and only one cup of coffee.
Bored with a record shop. 
Nice… Too Cool 4 Skool : )
…thanks..(crosses arms in front of self, makes “hip-hop” gesture with fingers)…
…It’s like totally dope dude…(looks away into the distance, spits)…
…sniffs like his septum has become deviated thru recreational medication application and suggests that your mother is copulated by your own good self…
…don’t go there…(makes sucking teeth sound “stthssuup”) …eyes narrow…
…throws Ninja star and, whilst opponent is distracted, stuffs zombie cat down back of opponents trousers (baggy to the point of falling down)…
…ARRRRSSSSE!!!!…
Awesome!
…thanks…it’s gonna be an interesting experiment…
Powered through the day by farts, I know how that feels.
…if only the country could be run ON farts not BY farts…