Jæja, við keppum ekki á laugardaginn ... en það er í lagi því Lordi komst áfram og mér finnst þeir ótrúlega flottir!:)

Andlega uppgefin akkúrat núna ... ég er hætt að hugsa um að líkaminn þurfi meiri svefn því hann hefur verið þreyttur svo lengi ... ég held að þetta sé ofnæmislyfjunum að kenna þannig að ég get valið á milli þess að geta ekki andað og ekki náð að sofa eða ná að sofa en vera úrvinda allan daginn því mig dreymir svo mikið? ég kýs að anda auk þess eru draumarnir hin ágætasta skemmtun, í nótt dreymdi mig Gorka Morka skrípaher með kokkahúfur og á fiðruðum korsilettum a la Silvía Nótt:)

Einn brandari fær að fljóta með í lokin vegna þess að það er föstudagur:)

A crusty old Sergeant Major found himself at a gala event hosted by a local liberal arts college. There was no shortage of extremely young, idealistic ladies in attendance one of whom approached the Sergeant Major for conversation.

She said, "Excuse me, Sergeant Major, but you seem to be a very serious man. Is something bothering you?"

"Negative, ma'am," the Sergeant Major said, "Just serious by nature."

The young lady looked at his awards and decorations and said, "It looks like you have seen a lot of action."

The Sergeant Major's short reply was, "Yes, ma'am, a lot of action."

The young lady, tiring of trying to start up a conversation, said, "You know, you should lighten up a little. Relax and enjoy yourself."

The Sergeant Major just stared at her in his serious manner.

Finally the young lady said, "You know, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but when is the last time you had sex?"

The Sergeant Major looked at her and replied, "1955."

She said, "Well, there you are. You really need to chill out and quit taking everything so seriously! I mean, no sex since 1955!" She took his hand and led him to a private room where she proceeded to "relax" him several times.

Afterwards, and panting for breath, she leaned against his bare chest and said, "Wow, you sure didn't forget much since 1955!"

The Sergeant Major, glancing at his watch, said in his matter-of-fact voice, "I hope not, it's only 2130 now."

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