Best Indy Girl!

Hope the guard doesn't drink it all.

That would be tragic, if he did. 😖hifty:

Very.

✅

We better drink it first.

A form of alchohol heroism..?

Jumping bravely in front of the bullet that is liver scerosis,
in an effort to save the guard...? 😛

And have a bit of fun along the way.

Waking up with a traffic cone in the room that you know you must have stolen on the way home, yet cannot remember aquiring.

I don't even know where to put them all.

I made my house out of mine.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh those halcyon days.

Cute... an orange house... I think.

Its unlikely to be run over with motorists being able to see it's high visibility colours: Also it betrays an secret affinity with Holland. 😛

Aha... sucking up now, are we?

What did you call your home? The Cozy Cone?

No.

(unless you refer to plans to visit to 'suck up all that ganja smoke'.)

I call it "the big orange bastard".

Well I certainly did when I locked myself out the other night.

😂

A fifteen minute walk to get something to eat turned into an epic hour and three quarter pilgrimage to get my spare key.

And to top it off, the reason I was flustered enough to leave my key home in the first place, was cause I was hurrying back to the shop where I had later realised that I'd thrown away my tenner change on the way back somewhere with the reciepts and other bits of paper junk.

Twas my last cash.

This was on the day I realised that I wasn't gonna be able to see Faith No More play this year, after waiting since 1998 for even a slim a chance that they might reform.

So that was a completely evil night of shitty, shitty f**kedness.

Some lifetimes, it just pays to stay in bed.

Doesn't every day?

Does if youre in porno, I guess.

Or if you are John Lennon and Yoko Uno.

Porno in bed??? That is so eighties... 😉

There is a huge eighties nostaligic wave towards the eighties in popular culture.

Naturally I was reflecting that. 😖hifty: