Things learned about country life.
- Being in a rainforest makes you feel yogic and as though you should use words like 'cleanse' and 'pilates'.
- Being in a rainforest around duty free gin makes you behave in a way that is very un-cleansing.
- You should also in no way attempt to do any pilates.
- All men who run b and b's are by nature vaguely creepy.
- Especially if they wear drawstring pants.
- Having sex to the latest Polyphonic Spree record is a religious experience.
- Heated floors rock .
- If you imbibe freely all weekend in a fashion not unlike Oliver Reed on a binge, you will wake up on Monday feeling as though your kidneys have been beaten with a bat.
- Even bungalows with twee names like 'Cockatoo Nest' and 'Laughing Ducks' can be rude if you do anal in them.
- 'Wow, Rage is over already? That's weird, it's only like - oh wait, it's dawn. Fuck it.'
- Who wants to do it all again at Meredith this weekend? Without the heated floors and the anal, obviously. We can meet up and hold hands while Gabi is go-go dancing onstage.
1038 days til the next election.
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aside form the image of heated floors and anal sex the image that is causing me the most distress is the notion of Bob Ellis in a rainforest ( this was your weekend stalikng bob was it not?)
Best. Comment spelling. Ever
spelling (like so many heated floors) is hard sometimes. Esp on teh kneees.
You had a weekend of anal sex with Bob Ellis? Fantastic stuff... or do i need to go back and re-read the post...?
Still coming down off the Kava, Fiji was great. And there were no dudes in drawstring pants, just lots of big fijian guys in skirts, you would have loved it.
I got myself a skirt, and a kava bowl, so I'm ready to party!
You have got to respect a girl who doesn't kiss and tell.
Um, Bob Ellis is my dog.
Perhaps I should have made that clearer.
p.s. first person to make canine/anal reference gets a slap.
Yes, everyone should stop making arses of themselves.
Oh... um... is he a good looking dog??
My cat is Chairman Mao II, so they'd probably get along well, given the political compatability and that Bob's obviously embraced interspecies lovin'...
who is sherriff? can u tell us that don't know a bit about him?
Hi Anon.
I like long walks in the park, wearing wife-beaters, dancing to the Spice Girls' "Spice up your Life", playing air guitar, REALLY bad puns, getting all fizli with FOUR different bloggers at once in a virtual spa, tropical fish and KFC.
How about you? You sound kind of...saucy...
ok...trying to get the hang of this. just set it up and not really sure what's going on.
saucy you say?
Saucy! And clever!
Hmmm... however you seem to have strange taste in shoes...
http://absolute3d.com/item054670.htm
Heel boy!
(Thought you might appreciate the bad pun).
Shoo!
you two sole mates will have all the tongues wagging.
tonites 'F' must be sexual faux pas'
and anal in the woods is awesome possum and hence next weeks 'G' should be gaping (and the art of)
Ms Fits... Marieke... are you 'coming out'??
Northcoteknob.blogspot.com
No, it's just me, Andrew Bolt, writing under an assumed name.
And I'm Tim Blair- we should hang out and do Sao biscuits together some time!
Once knew a rather strange fellow who had three dogs called Kennedy, Oswald and Ruby, I always liked that. Bob Ellis, the upright one, cornered me once in the Opera House greenroom after a performance of some old-school comedy im which I actually got away with the mythical and potentially dangerous triple-take. With alpha sincerity he told me that I should sleep with the youngest female cast member and not wash, the pheremonal ramifications being that every other female in the play would then be unable to keep themselves off me. It's creepy how one can't shake that kind of advice no matter how hard one tries.
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