And we all get together when we bury our friends... The random scribblings of the epic Rhi, a.k.a. Nonnie/Annon/Non-non/Nonna/N'awww, ain't she great?/Nemo/Screamo-Nemo/Tam/Tamela/T.A.M./The Taminator/Sean's Ex-wife/Sam's wife/Corey's wife/Brad's girl/Ed's Nonny/Kayla's nun/Ben's annoyance/Aaron's occaisional poke in the face/She eatch yoo face now, and the strange ideas, swirly rainbows of Boosh-ness, and rants about The IT Crowd from Ed. General writings from The Odd Dimension.
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
For Richmond, this really had an undesired effect. Lol was so angry with him for hurting poor little Vincey, she snapped. She took a neon pink lipstick from Vince's pocket, and drew all over Richmond's black cloak with it. Richmond retreated to the jungle to ask Tommy Nooka the Cheese Priest for some Cillit Bang, whilst his black eye make up was ruined with his extra tragic tears reserved for when he had to sit through an episode of Glee. Lol tried to switch the hoover into reverse, but found no way to undo Richmonds slightly better advanced I.T. skills. Vince had started to weep uncontrollably when he looked into a mirror and it cracked, and Howard had buggered off somewhere to write his novel. Lol didn't know what on earth to do.
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