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Showing posts with label RyanAir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RyanAir. Show all posts

Monday, September 03, 2007

Oops! Haha!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes, twice! Wa-heyy!
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
  • Day Score: 7.39/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Oh deer. Well, gess hoo had to get up at 5am fer his flite yestaday? Yep: Daddy.

An gess hoo dident set his alarm proply? Yep, rite agen: Daddy.

An gess wich airline he had chosen (think: cheep, duzzent kno wat a cutomer is, therefor wuddent be abol to help wun if 3 million ov them fell on the roof ov their HQ all at wunce, singin "Oh do pleez help me" in 3-part harmony) yes: RyanAir.

The upshot ov this sad tayle iz that Daddy, arfter leepin owt ov bed in his pants at 7am, clutchin the un-set alarm in his hand an doin wat lookt like a sword-dance rownd the bedroom floor wile showtin "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!NO! NO!NO! NO!" dident go to Ireland as plannd. He dident go today, either. He did try. But the fare wud hav been hewge, an, feerin it mite affect my choklit peanuts purchases, I talkt him owt ov it. Don't want to be heer all owt-numberd by gerls, anyway. Hehehee.

Shayme tho, as I had mayde sum bizzness cards fer my site, speshally fer the Nephews:

Wotcha think?

Bye fer now!