Friday, December 08, 2006

The poor, wee, Greek boy is away to Teutonic lands tomorrow for some kind of piss-up involving male deer, beer and, presumably, prostitutes. I don't know why I should presume that, but there you go.

Actually, I've got a stag do to go to in March: all my damn friends are getting married. Oh when, oh when, will my day come? Now, I admit that most of my friends are a few years older than me, but fucking hell, my sheer fucking humility and general caring bloody nature must make me one of the most eligible men on the planet, for crying out loud.

Anyway, given Mr E's absence, the Swearblogger Roundup #10 is being held at The Kitchen this week. Please feel free to email your suggestions of sweary goodness to me. Sooner rather than later, if you would be so kind; I have a visitor this weekend who may keep me mildly distracted...

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