Friday, September 12, 2008

It doesn't happen very often...

...but on occasion something comes up that makes me wish I lived in England. Having a yoghurt and thinking about how much better they are over there, for example. A sudden urge to drive on the left. Or wanting to go out and re-chalk a giant penis.

If you're reading this and you're in England, please go and let me know how it was. If you're not in England and think I'm making it up, here's a photo of the Giant Penis Man.

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