The bits and pieces, pain and joy that we call Life. And books. Lots of books. And movies. And this chair. That's all I need. Oh, I need this desk lamp.
Although certain new possibilities have presented themselves of late.
My son has finally succeeded in getting a transfer to a US Intel Facility here in Oz, making an officially deniable Kidnapping a real possibility.
On the plus side, if we get the paperwork sorted, we can have an afternoon of Beer, Lemons AND Alex!
Worst case, a paperwork error could see Alex confined in a dark basement in Bulgaria with various electrical do-dads attached to her genitals, but given the option of going to Queensland to track her down ourselves, I think it's well worth considering.
Bloody military bureaucracy and their cock-ups. Good to hear your son's working here now, though. That probably makes it easier to catch up, right? Nice.
I know a fella from Bulgaria. Don't think I've ever heard him say anything positive about the place; but then, he's got sort of a, um ... peculiar sense of humour. You fellas have been lots of places; what's your impressions?
And crikey, Mr E, that's about the umpteenth time I've heard you take a jab at The Queen's country like that. Not that I'm offended or anything (I might live here at present, but that means bugger all), but, like, did something happen to you up here one time or something? It wasn't like a Deliverance thing was it? Was it during The Joe Years? 'cause mate, I've heard some fucked up stories from those days.
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This photo is updating. I hadn't realised but it came from a web page that updates every 60 seconds.
The fact that Wall Street suffered only minimal damage is proof positive that there is no God.
Or that he's an utter cunt.
Hello Mr E!! Thanks for visiting. Beer and lemons soon, and methinks we have to try and get Alex to visit.
OR WE GO TO HER.
How's that for a plan?
methinks we have to try and get Alex to visit.
Good luck with that Melbs!
I've tried and failed....
Although certain new possibilities have presented themselves of late.
My son has finally succeeded in getting a transfer to a US Intel Facility here in Oz, making an officially deniable Kidnapping a real possibility.
On the plus side, if we get the paperwork sorted, we can have an afternoon of Beer, Lemons AND Alex!
Worst case, a paperwork error could see Alex confined in a dark basement in Bulgaria with various electrical do-dads attached to her genitals, but given the option of going to Queensland to track her down ourselves, I think it's well worth considering.
Bloody military bureaucracy and their cock-ups. Good to hear your son's working here now, though. That probably makes it easier to catch up, right? Nice.
I know a fella from Bulgaria. Don't think I've ever heard him say anything positive about the place; but then, he's got sort of a, um ... peculiar sense of humour. You fellas have been lots of places; what's your impressions?
And crikey, Mr E, that's about the umpteenth time I've heard you take a jab at The Queen's country like that. Not that I'm offended or anything (I might live here at present, but that means bugger all), but, like, did something happen to you up here one time or something? It wasn't like a Deliverance thing was it? Was it during The Joe Years? 'cause mate, I've heard some fucked up stories from those days.
[rubs hands together and cackles]
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Actually if I had a book launch you'd HAVE to come and see us Alex, wouldn't you?
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