Shaven or stirred?
So here we are in rehab, getting cleaned up before the new launch of comoox.com. I'd like to think I've been put in rehab because I am dangerously funny, but the truth points more towards that fact that I have started sniffing pencils again. I remeber my school report for art "Rich always enjoys art, particularly sketching although he has the strange habit of drawing with his head very close to the table whilst snorting. I think it is an artistic eccentricity."
The 'carers' here are unaware of this however and kindly bring me a new fresh pencil everyday for my 'chimney avec pigeon' drawing project. I actually told them I had been injecting crack cocaine into my elbow joint.
I went into a 'neighbours' bedroom the other day to discover a gentleman laid on the floor in the foetal position, who looked a lot like Jude Law. Upon my entrance he announced, "Sorry, I may have farted a bit." He had actually farted a lot and by the stench I would have said that he had done a lot more. I swiftly left, stiffling a gag and went back to my pencils. They smell is so much better than Prada combats full of shite.
I return to my room only to find a girl who looked a lot like Paris Hilton making herself a wig out of pencil shavings. Looking at the size of the hair piece, it was apparent that it was either incomplete or not designed for the head. Maybe she could lend it to Britney. I was not annoyed, but merely savoured the lovely scent offered by the freshly shaven.......pencil. (Minds like sewers you lot. Dirty buggers!!)
Labels: benzene, craggy tor, hazard, milf
