The post in which I will attempt to use copious amounts of smutty humour to amuse you, the delightful reader

I went for lunch with Yaz today, and on the way to Secret Starbucks we talked music, as we occasionally do, but mainly because Yaz had made use of crappy old myspace to listen to Willy Mason's new album in its entirity. And she liked it, which is a good thing because we have tickets to see him in May.

Anyway, there we were, strolling down a busy street, and I thought I'd just pop right out and ask the question.

"So… you liked Willy, then?"

"Like?" she replied, quite possibly having already worked out where this conversation was going. "I *love* Willy."

Now, in my experience if an obvious smutty joke is worth telling once, it's worth telling a second time. And anyway, there are always new passersby to startle with a shocking outburst.

"You love Willy?"

Yaz smiled a devious smile. "I can't get enough of Willy."

Epilogue:
On the way back to the office I thought I'd swing by HMV and make a swift purchase. Yes, I too am now enjoying Willy. I highly recommend it – you can get your fill of Willy right here.

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Favourite thing I heard on the radio today: some dude texted into Xfm to say that he took his five year-old nephew swimming, but he hadn't used his Speedo trunks in ages and the 'S' had come off. Needless to say, he had to buy some new ones. I suppose it was either that or be arrested.

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Whoa! Check this out! Someone crashed a Bugatti Veyron - the world's fastest, most expensive production car - just down the road from where I live! I'm totally going scouting for wreckage; I reckon I could make a sweet £20k on the front bumper alone!!

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Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off out into the wind and the rain for my first run in over a week (and maybe some Bugatti hunting). What? You don't think I keep these defined thighs, tight abs, and muscular buttocks just by sitting around playing Xbox, do you?