A text from Andrew in London:
Oh Sally, my head feels like a yellow clutch with a fetid sausage roll in it! That's the last time I'm drinking on my Low GI cardboard diet. Neither perky or (sic) glum. Just in want of good sense. Is 35 the new 15? Is retrograde maturity the new rebellion? When's the next Bluelight Disco?
Now you're just trying to get in the blog, I say.
He responds:
Sweetie, Hazel is dead. You need new material.
Just then we're both vapourised in a cloud of self-reference.
Oh Sally, my head feels like a yellow clutch with a fetid sausage roll in it! That's the last time I'm drinking on my Low GI cardboard diet. Neither perky or (sic) glum. Just in want of good sense. Is 35 the new 15? Is retrograde maturity the new rebellion? When's the next Bluelight Disco?
Now you're just trying to get in the blog, I say.
He responds:
Sweetie, Hazel is dead. You need new material.
Just then we're both vapourised in a cloud of self-reference.
posted by noonie at 5:17 PM
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