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Hats off to Mr Chicken

Who am I? Where do I come from? Who is doing all the thinking for me? My dress doesn't fit, can I get a refund? Oozed from a gloopy swamp in Kent during the early Triassic, then trapped in a disused tube station for millions of years, I have returned to wreak havoc and mayhem upon the earth. But first I'm going to have a cup of tea and a sit down.

Monday, 3 September 2007

Dear Lord. Fetch!

It is no mistake that dog is God backwards.

Or rather, doG is God backwards.

How very droL.
Posted by Jamiebgoode at 09:08

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