You'll Laugh Your Knickers Off

Dear chums and chumettes, this is a blog dedicated to miss Georgia Nicolson and her hilarious thoughts and conversations from her book series. I hope you find them as brill and marv as I myself do and laugh, er, a lot when you read them.

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You think I’m perfect?

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10:40 p.m. I said to Ro Ro, “As the Swan of Avon said in his famous snogging comedy A Midsummer Night’s Snog, ‘When you wanteth to snog a Luuurve God, do not prithee danceth about like a prat with stick insect legs.’” Rosie said, “Ye are wiseth in the extremeth, my paleth. Billy also saideth, ‘Forsooth and lack a day, do not have ye a tiny forehead, otherwise you are simply askingeth for a duffing-up scenario…ith.’” Then we laughed like the proverbial draineth.

“…Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers.” by Louise Rennison (via seraphina-richelle)

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Bloody hell, Billy Shakespeare can be depressing. For the hilarious side-splitting finale, Rom and Jul pretend to commit suicide and then they actually do commit suicide. I know how they feel, it’s double physics tomorrow.

Georgia Nicolson, Stop In The Name Of Pants! (via somewhereinaburstofglory)

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I have managed to take my mind off my “coffee” with Robbie by applying two coats of nail varnish and coloring in all the “o’s” in my Charlie Dickens book, Crap Expectations. There are many more than you think; it may well be a lifetime’s work.

Georgia Nicolson, Love Is A Many Trousered Thing (via somewhereinaburstofglory)

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2:55 p.m. Phoned Rosie. “Ro Ro.” “Bonsoir.” “I am having the cosmic droop.” “Well, fear not my pally, because I have le plan de la genius.” “What is it, and does it involve the police?” Rosie laughed in a not very reassuring way if you like the sound of sane laughter. She said, “I’m having a party for Sven’s return from Swedenland next Saturday.” “What kind of party is it going to be?” “Teenage Werewolf.” “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” “Good grief.” “Bless you.”

‘…And That’s When It Fell Off In My Hand.” by Louise Rennison (via seraphina-richelle)

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Why do we have to go to school? I’ve been going for the last ten years and where has it got me? Still at school, that is where it has got me.

Georgia Nicolson, Startled By His Furry Shorts (via somewhereinaburstofglory)

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Hey, what is black and lies on top of the water shouting ‘knickers’? Crude oil.

Georgia Nicolson, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers (via somewhereinaburstofglory)

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4:50 pm Dad has got one of those razors that leaves your skin smoothy smooth and attractive to women. So it says on the TV ad. I do want smoothy-smooth skin but I don’t want to be attractive to women. 5:00 pm I could risk it on my legs. What sensible lesbian is going to be at knee level with me? 5:01 pm I won’t think about the possibility of midget lesbians that are only one foot high.

Georgia Nicolson, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers (via somewhereinaburstofglory)

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Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging ; favourite moments

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She was beginning to annoy me quite badly. She is the opposite of telepathic; she is telepathetic, because she just goes on and on no matter how much she should just shut up.

Georgia Nicolson, "...And that's when it fell off in my hand." (via somewhereinaburstofglory)

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