Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on ..

From Dido’s White Flag.

I had a bizzare dream just now. I dreamt that I took up Sumo wrestling as a method of self-defence. It’s one of those dreams where you go ‘What the hell have I been smoking?’
10 people (figuratively) to invite to my 21st birthday bash:
i) Tony Leung, the cute one.
ii) Tom Cruise, all tarted up as Lestat. Dan, I want my book back.
iii) Anna Kournikova. She’s very fuckable interesting.
iv) Lee Jun Ki. Mmm … Effeminate men …
v) Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow, complete with gold teeth and eyeliner.
vi) That pessimistic robot-alien-thing voiced by Alan Rickman from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
vii) Eric Idle. Nudge nudge wink wink. *cackles*
viii) Daniel ‘blushing-buttcheeks’ Radcliffe.
ix) Stephen King. We could hold a joint celebration. Then I could steal his ideas and cripple him and throw him into the clearing behind my house. He’d die slowly, unable to call for help because I’d sewn his lips together. Nobody would know. Nobody.
x) Lastly … Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. TURTLE POWER. Who needs male strippers when you’ve got four overgrown talking turtles, eh.

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