With TV Came Happiness

So sadness happened today. Miss Brahms, the plucky Cockney sexbomb has died of the cancers. Cancers is very sad. Wendy Richards played Miss Brahms on one of my very favorite shows, Are You Being Served. She ended up heading off to AYBS’s spinoff and then to Eastenders, where she held court for 21 years. This bitch was quite a classy miffer and it’s sad to see her go. Luckily, Mrs. Slocumbe is still around. Go Mollie Sugden, go!

I loved watching ol’ AYBS as a kid. Staying up til 2am on a Sunday watching PBS. Straight boys do that shit all of the time. I always wanted to see Miss Brahms hook up with Mr. Lucas. He always wanted some obviously. She had the legs that went up to her forehead. So anyway, peace out Wendy, you made my Sunday nights/Monday mornings wonderful. Start at 0:52 to see some Brahms going on.

Meanwhile, omgblog found a wonderful woman for me to love forever. She has this mental patient British accent. She has a best pal named Lily. She has some weird man named Alfie. She’s a pretty singer. She loves Jesus (maybe fakely). Well, it’s probably all fake, but who the Hell knows. She’s a sneaky bitch and she pulls at my heart strings. In-FO-mation. Every once in a while, she pulls out a Julia Sugarbaker from Designing Women voice. As we know, she sings like a canary. Please to watch below and fall head over heels in love. The demo, Libby. P.S., the chewing gum man sure does love her too.

So, here is this lady. I don’t really ever watch people’s vlogs because they are mostly stupid. Who wants to hear about some random shmoes life? I put up that vlog a while back with that boy with the severe emotional problems and now, I have this lady who likes mugging for the camera. I dig it. She’s Canadian and a teacher and she thinks her students hate markings. She likes listening to controversies and issues. I like that too. Wink. Yeeahhh.

I’ve been so lazy after my trip. I haven’t unpacked anything and am sleeping too much. Oh, life. How you irk me. But guess what, Hootie Hoo is back. Back for the last time, for Top Chef is ending tonight. I’m sending love her way. With my cooking. Love.

So Lily Allen’s new album dropped and all of you stupid asses should have already bought it. If you went through HMV or amazon.co.uk that is. Or, you were so cool, you went to London and got it like I did. Didn’t think so. Losers. So this album is the sex I should say. Below, is a yube of one of the best songs, “Fuck You” which sounds very friendly, but it’s not very. Mostly when people say “fuck you” they aren’t being nice. I learned that after hearing it about 700,000 times. When you are as sweet as I, you hear it a lot. Nice people like me get shit on by mean folks. HA. Lily Allen thinks you are a homophobic racist jerk. So just stop it!

Coming home from Europe has made me very sleep so everyone shut the Hell up. It’s sort of good to be back-ish. Really, not so much. I want to move to Prague now. To tide you over, I have some pictures I would like you to see.

It’s time to play Which Pigeon is the Best? With your host, me. So which is your favorite? Guess which country each one is from. Italy, Czech Republic or United Kingdom. Get cracking.

I Be On Hiatus. Check Back February 18th for a

Sexy European Wrap-Up.

So I’m heading off to Europe tomorrow afternoon for about forever. Two weeks I mean. I wish forever. The kid below may be the only kid in the world I dont hate. I will leave you with a drugged up little dwarf jabbering. Have a good most of February! I’ll have some tales upon my return. And my life won’t be such a madhouse.

Well, it seems like life plans on taking more steaming piles of shit on me until i finally head off to Europe for two weeks come Wednesday. This weekend was fucked. Let’s not even speak of Sunday’s insane disaster. Anyways. I’m going to Europe. Woo. Im sure I should be thrilled. I was as of two weeks ago. Now i just want to roll over and go to sleep. January can go to Hell! But then Feb. 1st sucked too. This trip can’t come soon enough. I need to peace out of this shit box. Sigh.

Create your own simile between my life and this picture of Thor, below.