I hope your Viagara doesn't work.

Not to leave out the ladies:

I hope you experience vaginal dryness.

I hope you get shrews

I hope YOU step on a legolegolego

I hope you swallow your gum

I hope that, in the men's room, when you shake it, you get a little on your leg.

I hope your sandwich remains attached to the bite you just took by a long, black hair.

I hope you get soppy socked.

(that's when you're wearing socks around the house and you step in a melted ice cube, or a puddle of dog drool or some other kind of minor body of watery substance that instantly soaks through your sock into the arch of your foot, making the stock cling there in a most uncomfortable fashion.)

I hope that.


But not you. You know who.


Just kidding

You Do know who, right?

I hope your train of thought derails.

Peter Capaldi. Who Dani says is marves.
But even if I had a TV I couldn't afford the licence.

So I watch Lady Soliloquy's excellent version of JB's The Doctor & I on YouTube instead. And Meghan Trainor. Obsessive? Yup, can do.

If I can get Carruthers to use totes amazeballs I can do anything.

Apologies, Bettina B did the JB compilation.
Lady S did the Whoverse one.

Anyway, in the whatsit of the thread, I hope you get cucumber important your Caesar salad.

I know it's the sort language that you hip young people like. ;)

That's why the elderly get hip replacements!

Grooooaaaan. :rolleyes:

:drummer:

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