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Still Andy.

This is Andy. In case you’re wondering, Naomi may not be posting for a while because she’s kind of in labor right now. The contractions aren’t super close, but they’re hitting hard.

Anyway, I’ll let you know if I hear a baby crying. In the meantime, back to Nintendo…

Justin posts this:

Naomi: I only made it through -3 seconds of this because I’m part of an ADHD generation.

Justin: Just watch it on your giant ADHDTV

Reading Ashlie’s latest run-in with an Abercrombie & Fitch model reminded me of the only time I have ever seen a live model.

Andy and I were walking past a store in Florida when we noticed a vacant looking person simply standing in a store window. At first I thought perhaps she was a particularly dumb patron, lost in a storefront, but then we realised she was meant to be modelling the stores wares. Maybe we were raised in barns, but neither of us even knew stores employed live models and the concept seemed both hilarious and novel. After politely gawping at her for a second, we scooched out of the models peripheral sight to conspire some sort of plan to make her lose her cool. Our planning was feverish – the best we came up with was to “make a stupid faces at her to see if she cracks”. By the time we returned to the store to break her concentration, she was gone.

Definitely the worst story I have ever recounted.

I’m pregnant…. (!)

It’s Red Nose Day today! American’s who have seen the original The Office always ask me if Red Nose Day is real or just a figment of Ricky Gervais’ creativity. I guess Red Nose Day is a bit silly when you think about it, but it’s real alright.
Now I will tell you a joke, so the title of this post doesn’t seem misleading to those who are not interested in Red Nose Day:

A pirate walks into a bar wearing a paper towel on his head. He sits down at the bar and orders some dirty rum.

The bartender asks, “Why are you wearing a paper towel?”

“Arrr…” says the pirate. “I’ve got a bounty on me head!”

Ha Ha.

Bret: “Inuit” sounds like a poorly constructed sentence.

Growing up, my house was always peppered with international visitors. Cubans, Germans, Russians, Chinese, American. One time when I was out gallavanting with friends, I got a text from Rachel alerting me to new house-guests. All the text said was: “The Russians are coming!” which I thought funny. Andy and I don’t exactly have a house of international guests, but if you count Bardhi (GO KOSOVO!) and our new arrival Nicola (RULE BRITTANIA!) then we’re well on our way.
Anyway, this is Nicola:

Nicola has known me since I was seven years old. She’s one of few people who remembers me as a bespectacled child who wore hair scrunchies, and the only person I’ve ever known to ask for ‘Sprite on the Rocks’ at a McDonalds.

Spiders can make your debt’s go away. They can also get you pity points when you’re rubbish at school.

Once, during a biology mock exam at Runshaw, I got stuck on a question so I drew a picture of the teacher instead. When the teacher returned the marked test to me, I noticed that he’d given me a pity point for my efforts, and thus went down in my book as the greatest teacher of all time. I’d also like to point out that I was 17 at the time, so it wasn’t exactly cute. Infact, it was downright stupid.

I want chicken, I want liver, Meow Mail Meow Mail I’ll deliver?