July 4, 2008

"Im (sic) sittin (sic) on the roof terrace of centre (sic) court (sic), neckin (sic) pimms (sic) waitin (sic) 4 (sic) rafa (sic) biceps (sic) 2 (sic) playX (sic)."

"God," I thought. "I really hope no one's left their luggage unattended."

So I sent a reply: "I might organise a bomb scare."

To which she just shot back: "BOLx (sic). frankly (sic) my snooks, i (sic) dont (sic) give a rats (sic) turd."

Deuce!