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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Damn. It's Friday. I've run out of pets. What'll I do... Em... Oh, I'll write about that crap little dog that occasionally comes over to our house. Because it's Friday. Everyone, turn your backs to her, fail to acknowledge her presence, and basically totally ignore the tiny fake dog that is...

KESH

Kesh belongs to my sister Edel, although because she lived with me for eight months in Edinburgh, Kesh loves me more than she loves Edel. And that's a TRUFACT that cannot be disputed no matter what kind of rubbish Edel leaves in the comments section.


Kesh is the boss of all the people in our family. This is clearly illustrated by the photo above. You will note that she's showing the three fools following behind (some, but not all of, my family) where to go, and is obviously Queen Of Them, as they follow her like the sheep they so clearly are. The photo is too small for you to be able to see them clearly, but the best thing about Kesh are her proud buttocks. She walks about shaking her ass more than Kylie.

This is Kesh sitting in my bedroom, begging with her big ears and pleading eyes to come and live with me once more, rather than living with my evil sisters, who beat her on a regular basis and don't have the understanding that me and Kesh share. You can see it in her tiny, pleading eyes. Look in to her face. It's almost as if she understands.

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