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Tuesday, October 03, 2006


What to paint on the ceiling of a smoker's bedroom:




At Wednesday, October 04, 2006 11:12:00 am, Blogger Clokeeeey! said...

I suppose you could personalise it with images of immediate family looking into the hole.
Maybe even get the local priest painted in there.

At Wednesday, October 04, 2006 3:15:00 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

or, you could have a medical team if you decide to donate your body to science

At Thursday, October 05, 2006 4:20:00 am, Blogger I'm not Craig said...

Has this baby of yours arrived yet?

Both of my children showed a similar disregard for "due dates" and turned up very healthy and happy in their own sweet time.

The best explanation I ever received for the delay came from my three year old niece, who pointed at my wife's belly a couple of days after our "due date" and declared "That baby is just mucking around"

Best of luck for the big day, whenever it is.

*waits with bated breath*

*wonders why anyone would want their breath to get chewed by a fish*

*decides leaving comments at 4.00am is a bad idea*

At Thursday, October 05, 2006 7:27:00 am, Blogger treespotter said...

this must be very popular down there, i got three emails from oz with the same pix.

i personally think it's good now they pay attention to us smokers. we're being discriminated everywhere.


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