It's that time. Time to wake up and face the world with a smile.
Of course you know every well that the only thing I wear is a grin from ear to ear*.
* = file under "Bullshit".
In exactly 98 days' time I will be on a Boeing that is about to touch down in Cape Town. This makes me very excited.
Everyone in the office is going potty over British Military Fitness.
Of course I just yawn because, as you know, I've been involved in paramilitary organisations for years.
More importantly, the reason everyone's going potty over British Military Fitness or BMI (to those in the know) is because of Jonny.
'And who the fuck is Jonny', I hear you ask?
So now whose up for a little PT?!
Here's what we know about Jonny:
1/ He was scouted while dancing in a club in San Francisco.
2/ He's posed in DNA magazine #113
So come on, own up. One of you fuckers must know this kid. Who is he and how did he get such a.m.a.z.i.n.g. guns?
You know the drill; foxycoxy AT me.com
All correspondence will be treated confidentially. Until I paste it all over the internet that is.
Do you ever have that moment where you log into your bank account and go "oh shit"? Right now, I'm having that moment.