Friday, February 9, 2007


At last! God, I've been waiting for this moment for so long and... gosh... it's finally here. I think I'm getting light-headed with joy.

Ahem. Poor taste? Good.

Another one of those retractions of the retractions of the original traction I made when I was three years old or so, with regard to Tony Martin's show Get This. It's all back to normal. It's quite difficult to explain. How difficult? Telling your mum that you don't look up porn on the family computer which is the only one connected to the net when she clicks on a link on the address bar by accident. Yeah, that's difficult. And then dealing with your dad's insistence on seeing the incriminating evidence.

But not AS difficult as walking into your living room and finding a hardcore porn VHS cassette on the table and watching your dad's reaction when you innocently ask about what the fuck it's doing there.

Wait, why am I talking about porn? There is no more porn. Anna Nicole Smith is dead.

It's been one of those weeks. Sozzle. Normal service will resume shortly.


Youth of Australia said...

I found out at lunch.

It's rather sad, really, as she leaves a baby girl motherless.

Well, arguably, she wouldn't be that good a mother anyway, but it's still sad.

I still remember that episode of the Bachelorette she was on and one of the prospective suitors took one look at her and nearly fainted live on TV.

Jared "No Nickname" Hansen said...

"I found out at lunch.

It's rather sad, really, as she leaves a baby girl motherless."

Oh, yeah. I was too busy being an asshole I forgot to look at things from some sort of vaguely human viewpoint.

Youth of Australia said...

At least you're aware of it.

Ding dong
The slag is dead?
Which dead slag?
The big flat slag!
Ding dong
the slag is dead, slag is dead...