We Just Cant Stop Reading About How Enraged Duck-Faced Photographee Died Because He Had A Jamie Oliver Sized Tongue But A Cheryl Cole Sized Head. Oh my Lord. Sausages. Hmm. Bi Hag shivered involuntarily and the eggs fell out of her chewing box. I have today converted to Zen Paganism, and committed to spend the next week living inside a suitcase and thinking about moustache glue. Without eggs, or harnesses, or cruttle pupes, or - You Would Totally Die If You Found Out How Utterly Incomprehensible Professional Hat Wearer Bruno Mars Had Some Red On Him. When your shoulder part stops fully working, like a train conductor anticipating a future that is quite happy without train conductors, you are presented with an opportunity to study the apparently fragile nature of your existence. You should be careful about focusing on the obstacles, they can be very distracting and you could end up falling on to your eyes and then you won't be able to see all the achievements that are just past the obstacles. <br><br>