A User's Guide.
I don't know why you come here. Is it for my incredibly hilarious yet thought-provoking dissertation of Australian politics? Do you get hot in the belly when I write prose about food? Or do you just like it when I make the swears?
There's not really that much to me. I am made up of four parts, plus an all-consuming love for my dog. So I thought I'd make it easy for you to read today's post by splitting the sexy. That way you can skip stuff that bores you to tears and get straight to the meaty heart of my writerly goodness. In this way I am giving and kind to you, in the fashion of a demi-god.
20 days til Gabi comes home.
1080 days til the next election.
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i love how in the same paragraph you manage to state that there's not much to you, and then go on to claim demi-god likeness.
you fickle hussy, you.
Fickle hussies are where it's at yo.
I come for the politics but I stay for the sex.
Just the word sex makes that whole sentence sound smutty.
I keep my own cousel on food and my musical tastes are irredeemable.
I came here because someone told me it was an all you can eat.
Is that some kind of bawdy entendre, LeeLee?
You have Nicole to thank for my lurking. The politics snared my interest, but I love recalling the Melbourne venues you describe. Your comic sense of timing is priceless, regardless of the topic. Cheers.
I come here for the politics and the cheap thrills. More precisely it's the occasional mentions of vaj action, schnitzel and three-way tonguing.
My personal predilections aside, is it true that there's a strip joint tucked away somewhere in Melbourne called "Schnitz and Tits"? You can get a pretty decent hunk of meat AND an excellent schnitzel there, or so the story goes...
DJKL says: It's weird, I regularlycruise around Virulent Memes (I am an editor for www.grouse.net.au) and saw your link and also kilbot.net links to you. So it was like all of a sudden everyone was telling me this was the place to be. Since then I have become intoxicated by your virtual perfume, or some such nonsense. Now I'm hooked, and feel compelled to make a fool of myself on your comments page. I hope you are happy.
Came for the politics, stayed for the sex, food and octagonal, leather-look bed.
BTW, I was at the Northcote library today and looked up your book in the catalogue. You'll be pleased to know it was out (but 4 days overdue) and kept in the Teenage Bestsellers section under 'HARD' ("huhu, snort", untucks shirt to hide stiffy).
You mean this isn't woodshop class?
Chanel's gone, Ms Fits. Riot o'clock.
Just to complete the circle, a friend of mine found the site somehow and sent me the link figuring I'd like it...
Turns out he was right. Very Funny...
P.S. Dont read my blog it is full of mindless whinging and I havn't posted for a while anyway - this is a disclaimer to save myself the fate of minty twat. I'd just post as anonymous, but that would seem to defy the point...
"Is that some kind of bawdy entendre, LeeLee?"
Why yes, it was and I am most glad that you picked up on that one, Ms Fits.
For seriousness, I come here for a high-quality read and a piss myself giggle (oh, and the ever so slim hope that one day, even I will make it to the ‘crush’ list).
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