My Skittles collection as of this week.
You know what I wish I had? Well if you read the title you’d know it’s an Owl! It sounds odd but to the two people who have my tumblr at this time know I AM ODD! I mean I colelct Skittles… Dead give away.
Anyway, back to Owls. Aren’t they awesome stuff? They are birds that are vicious carnivours! Like an Avion T-Rex. But Owls don’t have short arms and they aren’t extinct.
But Owls can rotate their heads alot… And if you watch Mr Weebls ‘Rotate your owls’ on Youtube you’ll also understand my affixiation with them.
They also live in the UK and in barns…
What’s not to love.
T’wit t’woo, Bitches.
Everyone goes on about ‘bad habits’, but surely the only people who can have bad habits are Scruffy Nuns.
Think about it. Nuns wear habits on their head and if they’re scruffy that would make them ‘bad habits’.
See that. It’s a pun.
First of all, allow me to start with the Indiana Jones theme.
Da DaDun DUN! DUN de dun. Dun de dun dun!!! Dun de DUN DUN DUN!
Well that failed, but on with my post.
As you lot may know, I loves me Skittles. As the youth of today would say “I find them ‘Banging’ Innit” Banging meaning ‘good’. So imagine my suprise when I go to a popular Supermarket known as Tesco for Milk and I discover big bags of Sour and Fruits… I pretty much came there and then. Big bags of Fruits ones are common, but big bags of Sours?? My god, what is this Phantasmagora. So I brought some, and now I have only 3 varients to get and I’ll have all the UK edition Skittles.
Fuck me, I’m cool.
All least I’m not doing drugs or worse.
Worse of course being looking at Planes in my Anorak.
Hello peoples of Tumblr. Well Hello cx80, as you’re the only person on my thingy following me or whatever it’s called. I’m going to say Tumbling.
Well my Skittle collection has grown slightly. I brought a US Issue packet of Sour Skittles. Set me back £1.45, but it was WORTH IT!!
I might add on an irrelevant Poem about Skittles.
I had a packets of Skittles,
Until I dropped them into a bush of Nettles.
I gave up quickly after much time,
I got out my Tic Tacs, flavoured Lemon and Lime.
My Tic Tacs of Orange and Green,
Like a story paragraph set the scene.
Scene in question was out of luck,
As would you know it, I was a Duck.
As a Duck I was confused,
As with my lover, I felt used.
With his head I did beat,
I trampled him with my feet.
The Police came knocking around about Ten,
They accused me of killing Ken.
Killing Ken I did not do,
As it would be Anti Semitism, as he’s a Jew.
It started off about Skittles, then changed rather quick,
As my poem turned from good, to Shit.