A date for the diary

March 20th is Steak and a Blowjob Day. Wot, no beer?

via Grom (of course).

My love is like a red, red rose

One of the secretaries at work has just received a massive bouquet of red roses. She gave a loud, cynical, sigh and proclaimed that she would be spending this evening on her back with her legs in the air. I suggested that she goes out at lunchtime and buys a vase instead.

Growing old is compulsory, growing up is optional

As case in point is me old mate Dave who will hit the ripe old age of thirty-nine just five days before me on Sunday. Dave and I spent many happy years not growing up together. He is still refusing to grow up in spite of the fact that he’s old enough to know better. Happy birthday mate!