The Norwegian Twins

Hi Sexy and also Non-Sexy readers.

This week, I wish to tackle something which REALLY PUSHES MY LITTLE BUTTONS.

YES ITS A RANT.

GRAMMAR. Its not that hard people.

Particularly "Your" and "You're"

Your is possesive. You're is an shorter way of saying 'You are'.

This has become SO DAMN ANNOYING when people get it wrong (sometimes me -_- in ANGER) I simply do this...

These are my norwegian twin friends,

Your and You're.

Your is the fatter smellier one that doesn't wash, nobody likes and is literally.

You're is the hunky tall one who is under top notch condition, everybody loves.

This is so when people say "YOUR SO SEXY" I think of this:

Or if people say "I LOVE YOU'RE FEET" (Foot Fetishists are everywhere) I think of this:

Get it?

So now whenever you see/hear somebody use the WRONG @!#~*&> YOUR/YOU'RE

just think of my norweigan twin friends.

 

However, sometimes it goes wrong.

The Pencil that wouldn't float.

Hello Lovers!

(Bit too strong a start? I feel like we were that close after the first word 'Hello' that we knew each other well enough to make love. I'll start off.)

Hello Honey-Bunches!

(Nailed it)

This... is me!

*JAZZ HANDS*

OR, at least for the purpose of this Blog, the above representation of me is to be accepted as me;

Nathan Lee Augustus McDonald Lough (Patent Pending).

...

So, in this blog I'll be wittering on about the various little things that go on to annoy me or make me laugh, or sometimes if nothing vaguely intresting share some of the RANDOM thoughts I occasionaly recieve.

However some will not be shared as they are all kinds of wrong. Like, ew, wrong.

 

For example, the other day I was watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (the one with the lovely Gary Oldman, who should be thankful his parents gave him the letter "R" in his first name) and I got thinking about magic. And me being the tool I am came across an idea:

 Now of course this is UTTERLY PREPOSTEROUS. But it always is in the movies also, so I decided to try it. However there were no owls/frogs/Kim Kardashian to practice turning into goblets, so I decided to see if I could make a Pencil float. I Genuinely tried this, over and over again.

 AND THEN... YOU'LL NEVER EVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED!

Nothing.

So since the pencil I had place between my palms refused to move, I lost my temper after discovering that I looked like an idiot.

This happened.

@!*% YOU PENCIL YOU WORTHLESS HAIRY BUM.

It was only a little bit of anger, I swear.

But now I'm plagued with the fact that I killed an innocent sweet pencil by snapping it in half.

R.I.P PENCIL R.I.P