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bullocks, i tell you

im obviously still in holiday mode - when trying to catch up on all those blogs i seem to find time to follow (not counting those belonging to my audience of three - because i love you guys), i cant help thinking that all these subjects and links and time spent typing out all these subjects and links is pure bullocks. i cant be arsed just quite yet. they shall have to wait for the comfy workplace depression to settle back in.

and perhaps i have been spending too much time reading books by british authors.

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Everything I write is bullocks.

That’s just because Steve has a thing for that chick in the Speed movies.

My guess is that folks tend to use more Britspeak because they’ve been cursing in it longer than we have. There’s a certain, chariming elegance to the turns of the elder epithets that carries far beyond the far frequent four four-letter varieties.

That’s why I am going to start cursing in hieroglyphics.

So, bird reed snake dead-guy farm implement bug dog lego-brick.

watch your language, jr, or i will ban you.