So there I was, lost and unsure what to do. So I says to her "you call that a monkey?" and she says back "Not with the sort of Cash you have on offer" so I just let the Ratchet fall away and, WHOOPS, I lost my shoe.

But on a lighter note, welcome to my aimless rambling of a Blog. Where are gonna kick off todays proceedings with a little number that I like to call, constant unconscious streaming. I just basically ramble and ramble and ramble and, what do you know, we ALMOST have a COMPLETE Blog!!!!!!!!

so anyway, i get this truck, but it only goes in reverse, so i thinks of Pat Rafter, and those ads, you know, on TV that ppl watch stuff like bigbrother on and some ppl even consider a bad thing which it isn't cause like I got this dude in a headlock and I was all like supercilious and every twenty nine minutes I get this ringing in like my left ear and WHOOSHKA, I feel like I don't know anymore and so there it is, my shoe, and not a bucket anywhere near it, which leaves me with like this empty feeling, like when you hear a poem by William Carlos Williams and you like dunno what is art and what is a toilet seat, cepting that the average toilet seat has less shit on it, so you walk over and like grab this bald dude with a hairy back and just think, "MY GOD, YOU SIR, are natures final cruelty" and then you see a bald woman, and that is when it dawns on you, every single plankton in the sea is just so much Whale food, and no wonder they are becoming extinct, cause my aunty Jil, she like coocked this stuff once from the sea that was like a prawn only smaller and grosser and I so wished I had Tartare sauce cause like, that kicks arse on Tomato, specially for chips, which I always find too heavy, especially when I have them with a pie, which isn't very often these days what with the way Beef prices are going, and especially since I refuse to eat Cattle unless the price is adequate.

Whatever, the case, I had plenty more in me but might get cut off, so i am gonna bail. l8r.