

This is my journal page!
Feel free to browse ... have a read, enjoy, laugh, cry, giggle, shudder, stamp your feet ... whatever your preference is!
Please remember this is "my" journal, should you not like what you read here, or if you're the type of person to be easily offended (unfortunately too many people round here don't like the fucking truth) or if you simply live in a "politically correct world" then STOP READING RIGHT NOW and don't come back. Simple! Easy! Don't be a bitch about it after the fact, you've been told! What more do you want? Jam on it? And in particular if you are That Sack of Shit from the wrong side of Canton then FUCK OFF!!
On a brighter note: For my sins I support EVERTON (the greatest football team in the world, yeah yeah: "soccer" for those who live in a world of pretend football) so forgive me for all the comments and match reports associated with that team. I live and breathe my team so if you don't like it, you pretty much know what you can do ... yeah, you got it: FUCK OFF!!
EVERTON FC rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A distinguished young woman on a flight from
'Of course child, what may I do for you?'
'Well, I bought an expensive woman's electronic hair dryer for my Mother's birthday that is unopened and well over the Customs limits, and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through customs for me? Under your robes perhaps?'
'I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie.'
'With your honest face, Father, no one will question you.'
When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her. The official asked, 'Father, do you have anything to declare?'
'From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare.'
The official thought this answer strange, so asked, 'And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?'
'I have a marvellous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused.'
Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go ahead, Father. Next!'