The first in a series of making fun of the cool people.
This picture is frightening to me on so many levels. Is that a child or a dwarf-lady? Why is she wearing children's period costume with a bib? Does she have saliva issues? Is that tall lady standing next to her her mommy? If that's the case, why are they being photographed at a night-club together? Isn't that illegal? Is the tall lady really freakishly tall or does it just look it because the child-dwarf is so teeny and creepy? Is it Karen O from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs ? Is the wee little woman looking into my soul with her rapey red eyes?
This picture gives me a stomach ache.
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hyperlink error: should be yeahyeahyeahs.com no yeahyeahyeas.com.
All part of the service
yeahyeahyeahs.com
Thank you Mr or Ms Anonymous. Good to know someone actually follows the hyperlinks I painstakingly research.
The 'Child of the corn' scares me.
I think you'll find she starred in 'Village of the Damned', as you'll see here; http://www.moviegoods.com/movie_product.asp?master%5Fmovie%5Fid=641&MGAID=BUTE1089
the big girl looks like that chick that presents video hits and was an oz idol sometime last year (as opposed to ms fits, i refuse to do any research and so figure it out yourselves.
that young girl is wearing the new versace line of summer 2004. it looks like it will be a hit with youngsters. rrp $1000
RE: hyper link error - It's one of those things I hate, probably the only thing I'm obsessive about really, my eye is inadvertantly drawn to an error and I tend to judge people on it. Like people who write BBQ or sk8ter grrl; fuck that shits me. I guess the reason I visit your blog, despite the fact I hate your use of C%^t is the fact that you use the language really, really well. I notice you've eased off on it (c$%t) of late which is ace - it stops my eyelids flickering involuntarily as the right and left sides of my brain attempt to reconcile the synapses your use of the language stimulates.
In regard to Superboot - I remember running onto the ground at the junction oval to help Bernie celebrate his 100th goal - I think it was 1985, but I'm not sure. Your mention of him has elevated your esteem immeasurably in my eyes. Not that that means two parts of fuck all to you, I just thought I'd mention it.
That is a very interesting comment, Anonymous. I respect your right to feel appalled by the 'c' word just as you must respect my right to bandy it about my blog as I see fit. I notice the charming phrase 'two parts of fuck all' doesn't fall under your 'misuse of language' banner, but again - nothing but respect on my part.
One day I will post about the highs and lows of being a Fitzroy supporter. I challenge anyone who reads this blog to be more a part of that football club. I was the first ever person to wear Tim Pekin's 24 on my jumper and over the years ran the full gamut - cheersquad, fundraisers, football crushes. More of this later. With or without the 'c' word.
No, fuck doesn't bother me, simply because you can get away with it on most occasions if you use it in the right manner and with the appropriate amount of irony. I grew up in a small country town in Victoria and being the FFC nut I know you are, you'd be familiar with the postie in my little town, one Les 'Salty' Parish (27) (RIP). Salty married Jenny Bunn, who's mother Rose worked with my mum at the Lee Jeans factory. Salty's father-in-law Des used to race greyhounds, and he took me to the dishlickers on a few occasions. I was very young, but I remember going on a training run with Salty and Rene Kink in my home town, bouncing the Sherrin and absorbing the admiring gapes of the milkbar cowboys.
I used to go and stay with my grandparents in Oakleigh every school holiday and my grandad took me to Fitzroy games. Salty would always arrange for me to get into the rooms. My lasting memory of the Fitzroy rooms is seeing Laurie Serafini's old fella and thinking that it looked like a chiko roll. The foreskin was tucked around the helmet like a slightly overfried piece of batter. I remember thinking that I'd never have a penis as large as that.
typo alert: ...whose... mother Rose Bunn...
Anonymous, I love that you get sniffy about hyperlinks and poor spelling (I, too, am one of those people who tuts at teenagers who use slang on sms) yet can go into almost pornographic detail about Laurie Serafini's foreskin.
I used to be allowed in the rooms before I 'developed' at age 12 and remember walking around naked Richard Osbourne and Mickey 'The Tank' Conlan with autograph book in hand and not a care in the world. Even the smell of the oil they used transports me back to the happy place.
yeah, that's a pretty disturbing picture. thanks for sharing. hehe.
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