I occurred to me today that despite my metrosexual carapace I am, to all intents and purposes, a hunter gatherer. My life consists of an inextricably linked nexus of getting and spending. Unfortunately the latter is somewhat compromised by the powers that be insisting that I cough up a portion of my hard earned to ensure that munchkins are not taught to read, write, or do hard sums.
Scientists have concluded that I am a species on the verge of extinction. Apparently my Y chromosome is so badly frayed at the edges that my kind will be extinct in 120,000 years time.
This news should depress me, but I try to look on the bright side. The likes of MJ putting the gnome in genome give me hope for the future. Given that we've managed plenty of killings and wars in the last 10,000 years the next 120,000 are sure to be eventful.
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Your "Y's" are looking a little grey and could do with a wash.
Send me some fabric conditioner and I will rectify the situation.
I suggest we send our smalls to SID to be lovingly handwashed.
No big arsed cro magnon will be permitted to handwash my undergarments under any circumstances.
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
Y? Garfy??
You honour me with your greatness oh wise one.
That's the sort of gnomic utterance employed by whatsisname descending from Mount Sinia.
Oh wise one?
You'll be kissing the hem of his garment next.
I hope you three will be very happy together for the next 120,000years.
I'm sure he'll wash your feet MJ, if you ask him nicely.
120,000 years with those two Kaz? The phrase huit clos springs to mind.
With his tongue.
And he doesn't have to be asked.
Y fronts? Well, they say you never can tell about a man...
Boxer shorts, boxer briefs, low-rise, bikini, or banana hammock. You just never know...
I hope someone gives you new undies for Crimmus, garfy, because....yuk.
have a good one! yes, i insist.
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