Showing posts with label mr not-very-good-excuse. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Not quite John Cusack, not quite Kevin Spacey

Blah blah Mr Not-very-good-excuse blah. 'No, that's not my phone ringing. I switched my phone off. It's... my theme music.'
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Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Beyond the cupboard of ecological shame

Un aventuras con Mr Not-very-good-excuse. 'Can I take some of these plastic bags? I know you're meant to bring your own if possible. But this is the first time I've ever been shopping.'Why do I keep setting them in supermarkets? They're hell to draw. I hope the level of detail makes you pretend to like it.
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Monday, April 16, 2007

Nobody shook him

An adventures of Mr. Not-very-good-excuse. 'I know it looks bad, but you have to believe me. I wasn't going to keep any of the money. I was going to spend it on things.'
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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Centre parting monthly

The adventures of Mr. Not-very-good-excuse. 'I swear, I didn't want you to find out like this. Or in any other way. At any point now or in the future.'
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