Well, you'd better give it back, or you'll be 'earing about it! Worst jokes are the best. So, I'm intrigued....really Van Gogh's hat...?If so, tell me more.
That picture was taken in the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam. I was told, in broken English, that it was either modeled on or actually is the hat Van Gogh wore in his famous self portrait. I never did find out which. It's kind of resting on top of my head, I'm not 'wearing' it. I was asked to be super careful.
^Haha! Is it weird that I don't much like smoking grass? It makes me nauseous and gives me gas? I wish I was joking.
Was it the weed that gave you gas though, or the fifty four packets of Monster Munch you consumed after the smoke?
A wonderful use of the English language there. Honestly, M'Lud, I wasn't wearing it. It was merely atop my cranium. And there I was imagining you, Lord Lemex, buying it at auction for x gazillion English pounds....
Thanks. I would have bought it for that x gazillion English pounds, only my silly valet forgot my velvet money purse!
Another day and another dollar. Do you serve food? What about a comedian with some jokes to cheer me up
Q: Why can't Batman go fishing? A: Because Robin eats all the worms. I'm here until Thursday! Try the veal!
I usually just wheel my chair (with the cat upon it) away to somewhere else in the sunshine, and get a hard dining-table chair instead...
Van Gogh's actual hat? Wow. Looks like he had a very tiny head, she said, taking the diplomatic route....
Also, Van Gogh was only 37 when he died. Maybe he wasn't fully grown. Puberty comes late for some guys, y'know?
Or maybe he was just a little guy. Not all men are Hulk-sized badasses with bulging pecs and biceps ya know.
Why am I reminded of that Milton Jones joke 'I gave my brother massive head injuries when we were kids, of course it wasn't serious, he just had a massive head'.
I've been surprisingly good in the last year. There have been lapses, yes, but for the most part I've maintained my sobriety. My sister bought me some Grouse at Christmas and it's still in the cupboard. I may have had the odd G&T, and, of course, a nip of cheap scotch is an essential for a Friday night out. Now I need a drink. Darn.