So... once the Aussie hip-hop failed to provide the bounce I told Coolibah to go drown herself in a suitable billabong.
She of course replied that she would, as soon as I stopped putting on musicals in my bedroom.
We agreed that the only responsible thing to do was to drink all the wine in the fridge (amounted to half a mug) and have a blogger slagging match. Then realised our best insults were part of the gastrointestinal system.
And thats not due to any feat of the imagination. Its just what we were rumaging thru at 8am this morning.
To conclude, we made up, brushed our hair and swapped blod titles.
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