Little apple

Today I learnt about filibustering. It's against the rules to sit, or have a break, or a biscuit, but its ok to read the entire phone book (according to the guardian). So you can take the piss, but not take a piss.

Anyway, I awoke to a shambles and some cheating, which reminded me of when those dead people voted for George bush (presumably they had not moved onto better places because of their political bent).

I couldn't imagine any of our MPs talking for 11 hours without tea or biscuits or single malt whiskey (I wonder if tenalady is permitted?) so was pleased that our undisputed record was less that four and a half hours (again, according the the guardian). I spend all my time filling out e petitions to point out to micheal gove he's a twat, its probably the reason that my house is a mess, but lets quash the nonsense ideas where they begin.

This is my new head. I can't even sand her nose down because wickes has barely any sand paper (which explains why the sandpaper section is so hard to find) and halfords was shut. And her body is somewhere unidentified between here and bejing.