Cassie: She wanted this post.

Cassie. What can I say?

Firstly, her name is Cassie.



C for awordthatryhymeswithblunt,

A for arse,

S for sexy,

S for so, as in 'not so sexy'

I as in "Incredibly silly hair"

E as in "Ello ello ello, what's all this then?"



Cassie is my pillow, and she is very comfy too.

I can't think of anything to write.



Enough about Cassie.

Although, I must say that one of her best attributes is her friend Fati, who now also wants a post about her.

Fati and I have known each other for roughly 200 years now, in which time we have had seven sons, seven daughters, and have founded our own south sea shipping empire. We have also started the pro-oreo, anti-romance club.



So, to sum it up:

Cassie has a room that is pink.

Fati doesn't live in Woking.



Thank you.



Ten minutes later: I haven't written enough. So here is some more about Cassie:

Just imagine sexyness personified, and you have Cassie, with her huge arse and boobs the size of breasts.

La di da.

Um.

Cassie cassie cassie cassie cassie cassie cassie.

Are you happy yet, hellion?

Is this enough for you to gorge yourself on the lifeblood of my blog?

You make me sick, you do.

Love ya', babes. Wink.



Weapon of assured zombie destruction: Tsunami