I’ve been banging on the interwebs since the glory days of TSSH and I think I need a bit of a re-think about what I’m trying to say and how I say it.
I’ve also had a look at some of the pieces I’ve written here recently and they’re a bit, shall we say, sub-par*.
I will be back, as I am a desperately insecure man who needs the approval of others, but I need to do some serious
I may pop in from time to time to shriek abuse at you.
Or not.
As the case may be.
Please support the other fine writers here**.
*Actually, they were shit.
And no, I’m not going to tell you which ones.
And I’ve deleted them, in any case.
So nyerr, nyerr, nyerr.
** Except Boogey. He’s a CuntCunt.
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So you're going to let the terrorists win?
I prefer to think of it as a nil-nil draw, Christian.
You're going away for a whole week? A whole week?
Also, you've deleted the sub-par articles? My thinking is the danger in that is that something you think is rubbish, someone else may think is great. Besides, I don't think any writer ever produces great work without much mediocre practice prior.
Also, if you're taking a furlough you need to return the mitre, jam-covered or not.
*stiffled sob*
You'll have to pry my mitre out of my cold, dead hand Boogey.
Or I could just pop it in the post.
There's only one true Cunt Cunt, bless his bleached bones.
Enjoy your time away and I'll look forward to reading when you come back.
Or I could just pop it in the post.
The hand or the mitre? If the former I'll add it to my collection of shrunken monkey fists.
Don't be a bastard.
I demand you re-think.
If your stuff is sub-par then mine is sub-sub-par to the power of some large number.
I only post to fill the time between your posts.
This is all Hamlet's fault.
Try taking down the Hamlet and putting up that picture of the cat hanging on to the tree that says, 'Hang In There' or whatever.
If you go, I'm turning this into my dating blog.
I'm warning you.
Sheesh, Pers, I'm coming back.
I'm just pre-empting the possibility of a "I've had a week to think and I've decided to grow a veggie patch instead of blog" post.
Perfect timing for me, I'm about to move house and doubt I'll be online during the ensuing chaos. Look forward to reading more when I get back.
Come to think of it, the last time I took a week off The Hangover went tits up.
I love being called Comrade. Happy Hiatus, Ramon.
Though I wouldn't worry about quality stuff; mine is mostly drivel. Isn't that what it's all about?
I have a date tonight with Dr. PhD!
Actually let me also register my interest in this becoming a dating site in the meanwhile. During the whilst. But we need some bait to try to lure the young ones at my site over. Because they've gone quiet. And it's all P's fault.
Perseus?
Well, whilst you're gone, we could note the loss of the world's most expensive handbag.
I worngly assumed you were linking us to Puss's latest purchase, Catlick.
That's a bit rough Ramon. I didn't think anyone was striving for literary excellence here. I'm certainly not, it's your flagrantly left wing stance and your political insight that I enjoy the most.
Have a nice rest. I'm off to Sydney tomorrow to show Emma and the "babysitter" where I came from. What a sight we'll be.
So, Perseus, how was the date?
Dr. PhD was super intelligent, very funny and completely down to Earth and was happy to sit and drink wine and smoke cigarettes. We seemed to get along well enough.
Dunno from here though. I have two other dates in the coming week. Dating Season, I call it.
Meanwhile Australia is 3 for 23.
Witchie - I prefer to think of the babysitter as a "who", as opposed to a "what". Her status remains slightly undetermined as I'm still damaged goods after my torrid affair with Baguio. Not to mention my virtual affair with you which has also left me emotionally scarred.
God I'm pathetic.
We'll be standing out like the proverbial canine testicals at Novotel Darling Harbour until next Wednesday. Emma has declared that she will be eating MacDonalds exclusively.
Testicles even.
And it's 23 "runs". Or a combination of runs and a lovely cricket thing called "extras".
I said her status was undetermined. I have suspended her from babysitting duties, pending an investigation into her activities. I may have to charge myself with sexual harassment. Or her with statutory rape. I'm still not sure.
And I was only virtually emotionally scarred by our affair, as opposed to actually. This is what is so good about virtual affairs. Nothing actually happens.
Or her with statutory rape.
Are you saying that she has molested your daughter, Wari?
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