


One can but dream.
This is a legitimate document.
Close your eyes with me and try to imagine. Are you not loving the evocative bliss here?
4 days til Gabi comes home.
1064 days til the next election.
What am I, your social calendar? Go outside and play some stick-ball.
Ill-informed rantings and half-baked theories from someone who should know better.



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When I think of Bob (the other one not your cat), I think of the time when walking along George St on a busy afternoon when along from the opposite direction comes a decidedly grumpy (how unusual) looking Bob.
As we passed, I piped up with a "G'day Bob" and lo and behold a genuine smile flashed at me.
So vets will refer to your animal by any name you write down? That's enough to tempt me to break my lifelong ban on pets..
"Dear Adam 1.0
Your budgie HUMAN SHREDDING MACHINE is due for it's next shots...."
I love how they go with the full formal name, too. Bless them.
BIG FAT COCK is another one I was considering.
I have wierd visual images of you trying to open Bob's mouth, trying to shove those worm tablets down his throat while he is squirming around like a snake....my oh my!
p.s - you looked pretty in the Sunday Herald Sun!
Oh yeah, I got a nasty image I just can't shake now.
So when are you going to worm Bob Ellis? You'll have to worm yourself too, because i'm sure you've been licked on the face more than once by that portly pooch.
Hope Gabi brings you back something nice.
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