Ponderings...

... if I can shoot the Neanderthal downstairs and claim it was for the benefit of the world.

Last night I fell asleep at a reasonable time and was woken up at 1am. Loud grunts, more loud grunts, followed by screams then a throaty 'I'm cah....MEEEENG....!'

Then silence.

I hope to whoever is in that Great Big Expanse of Sky up there that Groog downstairs was vasectomised while in prison, because surely the last thing that a country needs is continuity in the gene pool of convicts, ex-convicts and unreasonable neanderthals...

Anyway, on a different note:

I've been reading a few other blogs because a. I'm temping this afternoon and have nothing else to do, and b. because they are very good blogs and deserve a look-in.

FineArtist and Rain In The Sky. Hugs go to both: Rain because she's had a mortality flash before her and FineArtist because she's having a bit of a rough time and there's not enough expletives to convey her frustration.

*hugs both*

Makes one realise there is a lot more going on than trying to deal with blocking the image of Cave Men having sex...

*shudder*