Amanda Vandstone Is A Fat Cow

I said it first, you (oh, I forget I have no readers) heard it first here on this new-fangled contraption of mine. Amanda Vandstone has stated in her first press-conference since leaving rehab (or was I thinking Kate Moss) that she is officially a fat cow (and they say acceptance is the first stage in recovery!). Now, I am quite sure that this piece of information will not only brighten your (grey) existance, but entertain you while enjoying your overpriced, and delayed, City Rail train trip or Cross-City Tunnel drive, which has burned enough of a hole in your pocket that the (underfunded) fire brigade has taken notice and dispatched the chiefs wifes sisters car to see what can be done.

(Kerry Anne Kennerly for President!)

(Apparently) I have school tommorrow, and the parents demanded that I toddle off to bed, however, I soon put them in my place by using a series of explitives in the correct order, and like a charm, they were the ones soon toddling off to bed (or the closest mental hospital; take him away!) and I was left alone to do my typing. Oh, I feel so naughty! I feel some David Bowie coming along, and that, especially when I sing, is definately not a good thing.

(Rebel, Rebel)

That will be all for the night, and possibly forever.
Let's hope I remember this thing next time, or until then my faithful reader(s), I bid you goodnight, fairwell, sleep-tight, konichiwa, bok-choy, spring roll, adios and goodnight.

Kylar