From Zero to Pseudo Triathlon Ninja! Skip to primary content. At the approach to the turn around point, some of the men spoke amongst themselves about what they were going to do once they got to turn around and head for home with the wind behind them. Some of them spoke of their girlfriends, wives, children, credit card bills, everything they had blanked out of their minds.

Like the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, I found the answer to everything is 42. Or rather, how I learned to cook at 42. I did paint my toenails just now. I could pick up my feet and paint my nails and be normal. Guess fat bitch has lost weight. Sweet chilli jam, all jarred.

Expletive Riddled Open Letter to Pharmacists. Yours with 2 packets of 24 Solpadeine, A complete fucking mad woman. May contain a lot of curse words.