The adventures of the young and often lucky-as-hell Curly on his way to bring down the evil dictator, locate the buried nazi gold and ultimately come face to face with the Holy Grail - Nelly Furtado. On the way I'll be perfecting my David Seaman impression and meeting as many people as possible. After that I'll go home for a nice cup of tea, and perhaps some cake too. I'm trying to give up tea but wouldn't object to a cup if a nice old lady offered - that would just be rude, wouldn't it?
I don't have a fancy Italian or French name. I'm not at the forefront of fashion, nor have I considered myself a fashionable dresser. I haven't designed my own line of clothing. Those are my credentials, and here is my opinion:-
Curly just about managed to write this @ 12:29 pm
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It all started in a village near Aberystwyth, the heavy snow signalled my arrival into this world. Kings kneeled, maidens swooned and the government started on legislation that would lead to 24 hour licences in bars. This is my time.
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Dude, those hats are the bee's knees. You're just jealous. Although, having formerly lived where such hats are actually useful, I do find it a bit silly in Wales.
Is the orange fringe part of the hat? If so, I want one.
(giggling)
I had the same thought about those smelly wool sweaters from Guatemala that were ALL the rage when I was in high school. People stunk of damp sheep poop.
But they keep your head and your ears warm at the same time!
I only wear mine if it's really cold though, and I had mine waaay before it was fashionable. So there.
it all depends on the hat, really. I happen to like those hats, but I also don't want to be wearing exactly what everyone else is wearing...
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