what language does she speak?

Chinese.

I'm really going to flip if she does that to me.

does what?

trying to keep up with whatevers going on here has been hell.

I just found out that there's an American remake of the 2007 British comedy Death at a Funeral. Now the movie wasn't anything astonishing but for a decent Saturday night movie to get a few laughs it does that quite well. Regardless, the movie was already in English that is pretty comprehendible so WHY on Earth is there a remake being made. Not only that, but one of the cast members from the original is IN the remake. Talk about a blatant Hollywood cash grab.

Because America can't come up with anything else.
xD
We don't get anything on our own.

I wann bitch about like, what fuckin happened to music eras?!

She's moving out to a kitchen suite.
I hate her.

because anything that's made money will be redone in Hollywood. hell they're even doing a 3 stooges movie. I'll watch it to give it the benefit of a doubt that it may be funny. But I'm not holding my breath. It just irritates me when Hollywood does this ****. But I do know one thing i know can't be reduplicated. That would be the monty pythons. ****, I bet they do one in a few years when they think most people forget about the show. Then try to pass it of as an original styled idea. Hollywood can just kiss my ass for now.

OK, so I was expecting a parcel to be delivered by the Royal Mail last week.
It should have arrived sometime between last Tuesday and Thursday, but never came.
I waited all week and then on Saturday morning as I was leaving the house, who should be walking up my garden path towards me?
You guessed it...the postman.
He handed me 3 letters and then started rooting through his post bag searching for something extra.
"I'm expecting a parcel". I said, expectantly.
"I know. You're down for one on my list, but I can't find it!" Replied the postman.
"I've been waiting all fuckin' week for this parcel mate. It's supposed to be 1st class delivery! So where the fuck is it?" Said I.
"Err, they mussent have put it in my bag mate". Apologized the postman, nervously.

And so it was, as I patiently waited for Monday to arrive.
AND STILL NO FUCKING PARCEL!!!

I know it's been dispatched because I confirmed it with the company I ordered the parcel with.
And I know the bastard post office has it because the postie admitted it already.
So off I went first thing this morning, on my way to work, to the local sorting office to find out what the hell had happened to my parcel.
Apparently they didn't have it!
After a lot of finger wagging, accusations and bad language, I was finally asked to leave the premises. :D

On my return home, guess what was waiting for me on the front door mat?

Just goes to show you how you can't trust anyone these days!