Still more woes. Slightly less woes than before, but still a bounty of woes.
Maybe I should take these plentiful problems and make them into an item of clothing, perhaps a woescoat.
Yes, even in these troubled times, I still can make awful puns.
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Sorry to hear of your troubles. I must point out that there's nothing wrong with being hirsute.
Indeed. I'm trying to grow a beard too out of empathy now...
There is something wrong with that photo though...
-K
Yes, who the dickens is that in that photograph?? The one on the right must be a prototype tranvestite, when the concept was still in the ideas stage.
Gorilla - Thanks, and yes I have no beard shame really. In fact I'm sporting one right now.
Amanda - Don't try too hard, the results might be troubling
Kopaylopa - I know, the man is sitting, when a woman is standing. Tsk, some people eh?
Gadjo - That's an Eddie Izzard quote, right?
Dear Mr Louche, I have been eaten up with angst, with ennui, with the feeling that existence is hollow and uninteresting for days now. King blogging friends have offered advice and I have now risen above it. Mr Pouncer's diagnosis (that it was a fearsome metaphysical hangover, the sort you get after several days heavy drinking, when paranoia sets in and you are convinced that even your closest friends are in a silent league against you) proved correct. Climb onto the wagon for a few days and eat rusks.
Mr Louche, no it wasn't something Eddie Izzard has said, as far as I'm aware, unless it was and I forgot. What's Mr Izzard doing these days by the way? I'm very out of touch.
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