Andy: WHAT THE FUCK IS VIM
Andy: WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT
Me: You know, vigour
Andy: oh yeah
Me: Some fuckin wordsmith you are
Andy: WHAT THE FUCK is pearling
Andy: use it in a fucking sentence
Me: "WHAT THE FUCK is pearling"
I’m glad Schapelle Corby is hospitalised for depression, whilst thousands of Australian men suffer in silence.
Ash: i've only been this office a day
Ash: and I've already torn up the carpet
Ash: to hiding cabling, because some mutant put ports on the wrong side of the wall
Me: Speaking of laying a cable
Me: I had to back one out slower than a learner driver this morning
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-5-24) →
Love Spirals Downwards (36) Morbid Angel (28) Parkway Drive (26) God Is an Astronaut (16) Heaven Shall Burn (15) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Postcards from my Sister
Anita: Hi Dave4
Anita: Sorry, you're the only ave
Anita: Another bad writing day
Postcards from my Mum: Part II.
Me: You reckon there's any more old photos lying around that I might be interested in?
Mum: Probably, will check some out. I didn't send any more of the gravestones at Wollombi did I?
Me: I wasn't really interested in gravestones
Mum: Family history! I've got those on the computer so I'll send them later on, while I'm checking out the others
Me: Yeah I'm more interested photos of people when they were alive
Mum: Alright. You don't want a photo of our gas oven, do you?
Me: Not really
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-5-17) →
maudlin of the Well (34) God Is an Astronaut (28) Love Spirals Downwards (23) Slipknot (22) Benea Reach (13) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Postcards from my Mum
Hi Anita, Thought you may like to see what I bought with the money you gave me for Mother’s Day. I know it’s not an elegant item, but practical. I’m tired of worrying about Leeches when I go into the jungle, and thought if I got lost, I could be easily found! Thank you Love Mum
Why I love Bri.
April and I were at this bar, just having a few and she went to the bathroom and came back with a slightly strange look on her face, but nothing was said. Then I went and as the door was slowly swinging closed behind me, the hand dryer went off. I looked.. nobody there. The dryer was well away from the door so it couldn’t have been that. Shrugged it off. Went into the toilet and went to sit...
Not your girlfriend.
Me: Pub? Paul: nah got a meeting, sorry mate, would be keen as mustard though, can i take a rain check till next week? Me: Ok Paul: don’t be mad :( Me: I’m not your girlfriend dude
Kick. Ball. Goal.
Carlton coach Brett Ratten was sitting at home one night watching the news, when he saw some TV footage of an Afghani teenager in Guantanamo Bay Detention centre. This kid was some kind of athlete; he could run like the wind, was strong as an ox, and a vertical leap to die for… Ratten was so impressed he got straight on the phone, wheeled, dealed, and pulled every string he could, and...