Fous le camp, grognasse!

that’s french for “go fuck the camp, silly whining woman” and it’s in reference to a part in this book i’m currently reading where this drunken hen party (british slags) are on a beach in Collioure with a bunch of french commandos gettin’ an orgy started and the narrator is trying to get some info out of this one commando guy but this drunk chick is pawing at him so the french guy tells her off. i’ve been underlining all the french insults in this book. i only mention it now to remember to tell fil about it during lost tonite cos they say THE CAMP a lot.

i’ve been super productive today as you can tell.

wow do i ever look retarded here.

disgusting update: i have completely sweated through a pair of underwear and my red leggings and a shirt. i just had to change into a flimsy hawaiian mumu shirt. my body is partially numb from my lying down too much in bed this morning (i hope it doesn’t last a week like it normally does WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME DO I HAVE A TUMOR ON MY SPINE LIKE THAT GUY IN LOST PROBABLY) and on top of being viciously sick stuffed up foggy-headed weak achey coughing sneezing i have wicked bad cramps cos HEL-LO AUNT FLO WAY TO GO. oh and my breath smells pretty bad too, stay away.

i feel like there was some other unimportant tidbit to share but it has since left palace raymi brain.

the best part in the following video is when his wife calls him for supper:

and then i felt like looking up MALE TOENAIL POLISH on flickr cos i had a hunch there’d be some winners in there and wouldn’t you know i was right. enjoy don’t forget to look at page 2!