tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post4787535917447477326..comments2023-11-05T22:09:32.884+11:00Comments on nailpolishblues: Strange but true, apples make me feel better about the world.*Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-45362342779416061142008-02-25T09:55:00.000+11:002008-02-25T09:55:00.000+11:00I was going for abused but if he felt used I'd be ...I was going for abused but if he felt used I'd be all good with that too. I must sit at Dame Copperitch's feet and beg the oracle to tell all!<BR/><BR/>The stupid boy has rather solved the issue by moving departments and choosing not to work very much all of which means I will not have to deal with him very much. That should be quite helpful.<BR/><BR/>His GF would stalk me too - tragic little bogan!Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-20649581134580107812008-02-25T09:12:00.000+11:002008-02-25T09:12:00.000+11:00NO! Run away FAST.If you let pron-lite muddy your ...NO! Run away FAST.<BR/>If you let pron-lite muddy your pond:<BR/>think about 'after'<BR/><BR/>he will be smirking and<BR/>his GF will stalk you<BR/>and you will feel used.<BR/>he is not worthy of you.<BR/>Distract yourself with something else. <BR/>please.<BR/><BR/>repeat this mantra:<BR/>The Male is hard-wired to want ALL the mares in the herd.<BR/><BR/>(all this is Copperwitch's bad influence, but when <I>she</I> catches one of her toyboys, HE is the one who comes out of it feeling used)Ann ODynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01159263330547329077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-7568827727859454052008-02-15T23:43:00.000+11:002008-02-15T23:43:00.000+11:00And the crapness of my job means that one pesky p...And the crapness of my job means that one pesky person walks out the door and another one comes in the window. Okay, that's not true, the windows don't open.<BR/><BR/>Even Luke was taller than Yoda and in all other situations he was a freakin' midget.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-30006127092254194072008-02-15T23:34:00.000+11:002008-02-15T23:34:00.000+11:00(A little taller than Yoda...)The great thing abou...(A little taller than Yoda...)<BR/><BR/>The great thing about being a writer is that pesky people begin to become goldmines of inspiration.<BR/><BR/>Sweet dreams...Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-44720939384254890582008-02-15T23:19:00.000+11:002008-02-15T23:19:00.000+11:00Ah, back to being a Guru again. Well, Yoda...The ...Ah, back to being a Guru again. Well, Yoda...<BR/><BR/>The best good thing I could wish for right now is a very good night's sleep and a very very quiet day at work tomorrow. I suspect that work will yeild more irritations in the guise of pesky reporters though.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-5073341000625301772008-02-15T23:16:00.000+11:002008-02-15T23:16:00.000+11:00Oh look, my very own oven!You’re the one with that...Oh look, my very own oven!<BR/><BR/><I>You’re</I> the one with that answer. We spend a lot of our time speculating that we know what’s good for others, but rarely get it the remotest bit right...Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-4724850147678702802008-02-15T23:02:00.000+11:002008-02-15T23:02:00.000+11:00And what good things might they be?And what good things might they be?Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-3439071750218100992008-02-15T23:00:00.000+11:002008-02-15T23:00:00.000+11:00Just a quip. I’m not a trap-setter – least of all...Just a quip. I’m not a trap-setter – least of all for you, to whom I wish only good things...Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-68376614495210755682008-02-15T22:54:00.000+11:002008-02-15T22:54:00.000+11:00Was that supposed to be an oven for me to walk int...Was that supposed to be an oven for me to walk into?Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-4852999901459180272008-02-15T22:39:00.000+11:002008-02-15T22:39:00.000+11:00Perhaps you have a panis fixation...Perhaps you have a <I>panis</I> fixation...Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-69675954012190380762008-02-15T22:25:00.000+11:002008-02-15T22:25:00.000+11:00One must be able to find the humour in anything an...One must be able to find the humour in anything and, if all else fails, set up evil little traps for others to fall into...<BR/><BR/>Oh dear, I wonder what demon borrowed my fingers and typed that?Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-47491583499144637312008-02-15T22:18:00.000+11:002008-02-15T22:18:00.000+11:00Is a sick sense of humour a good thing in your boo...Is a sick sense of humour a good thing in your book?Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-43983998406247889812008-02-15T22:10:00.000+11:002008-02-15T22:10:00.000+11:00Ah, an optimist. One with a sick sense of humour ...Ah, an optimist. One with a sick sense of humour at that.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-74922657804772739232008-02-15T22:03:00.000+11:002008-02-15T22:03:00.000+11:00Excellent. I’ll look forward to you posting some ...Excellent. I’ll look forward to you posting some suitably demonstrative mobile video clips on YouTube for my edification...Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-22475879439426388732008-02-15T21:49:00.000+11:002008-02-15T21:49:00.000+11:00I think they must be experienced to be really appr...I think they must be experienced to be really appreciated.<BR/><BR/>Mixing drinks turns me into an evil harridan who turns innocent Indian boys to drink and does other less charming things. <BR/><BR/>All alcohol loosens my tongue which, really, ought to be glued to the roof of my mouth for the evil things it wants to utter.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-33129401512924401332008-02-15T21:41:00.000+11:002008-02-15T21:41:00.000+11:00Yes, and so much worse when you’re drunk. If you’...Yes, and so much worse when you’re drunk. If you’re ill then you’re probably at home with a bowl or something. But if you’re wrecked at a pub/club... Best not to even go there! But the great thing is, after some water and unconsciousness/sleep – no hangover!<BR/><BR/>So what are these three drunks like, and do we see a fourth if you mix?Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-629290560708982122008-02-15T09:17:00.000+11:002008-02-15T09:17:00.000+11:00I'm pretty easy. Beer, wine, vodka. They all crea...I'm pretty easy. Beer, wine, vodka. They all create different drunks though.<BR/>I try not to vomit though - ugh, one of my least favourite things to do ever.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-12903397840378543862008-02-15T00:53:00.000+11:002008-02-15T00:53:00.000+11:00Yeah, I think there was a Bart-fly – not as distur...Yeah, I think there was a Bart-fly – not as disturbing as Homer eating some of his doughnut head!<BR/><BR/>I put my ability to remember the night before the day after down to some impressive chundering abilities. (Alas, this is yet to be added as an Olympic sport.)<BR/><BR/>So what’s your poison, or is it anything with alcohol in? There’s some new research that’s found there’s a comfort/de-stressing drug in red wine. Partial to cider myself.Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-56652551743705585222008-02-15T00:18:00.000+11:002008-02-15T00:18:00.000+11:00I never saw The Fly. I think I'd much rather not....I never saw The Fly. I think I'd much rather not. Wait, was there a Simpsons version? Why am I getting Bart-fly images..?<BR/><BR/>I find that alcohol related memory loss is my friend even if no-one else is after I've had alcohol. Fuck it, booze will stand by me as it has for generations of my family!Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-75753268407910424622008-02-15T00:11:00.000+11:002008-02-15T00:11:00.000+11:00No, at that point it clearly becomes like somethin...No, at that point it clearly becomes like something out of <I>The Fly</I>. However, afterwards I remember every last cringe-worthy detail! Actually, I don’t allow myself to get bladdered any more; my remaining brain cells are pretty relieved about that...Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-937514413398761782008-02-14T23:39:00.000+11:002008-02-14T23:39:00.000+11:00Even while drunk..?Even while drunk..?Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-17656003158482357172008-02-14T23:37:00.000+11:002008-02-14T23:37:00.000+11:00Cool. There’s hope for my memory yet.Cool. There’s hope for my memory yet.Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-4725563618208309282008-02-14T22:57:00.000+11:002008-02-14T22:57:00.000+11:00Han Solo was a boy scout. A very, very sexy boy s...Han Solo was a boy scout. A very, very sexy boy scout with a bit of an attitude. Also, possibly the only man ever to look sexy in a vest.<BR/><BR/>Chest hairs make Monkey clones. Yes to the magic wishing staff. And the cloud summoning was slightly more complicated but yes.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-21499123183480975852008-02-14T22:30:00.000+11:002008-02-14T22:30:00.000+11:00Yeah, thinking about it I may have rolled three th...Yeah, thinking about it I may have rolled three things into one in my drunken <I>Monkey</I> spruik: I think the staff was shrunk and kept behind his ear or somewhere, the cloud summoned with the karate blow and the fluff used to make Monkey clones. Would that be about right?<BR/><BR/>I used to watch <I>Blake’s Seven</I> in the UK. When I came over here my dad would write me about the plot twists, which meant a lot to me. The show was a bit Star Wars -like, except there were only seven of them and they’d stolen the fastest and most advanced ship in the galaxy. With teleporters, laser sidearms and wristband communicators the show rocked. And it was darker than Star Wars, Avon making Solo seem like a boy scout.Al Cadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512625539736869851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-75347635674396890462008-02-14T00:11:00.000+11:002008-02-14T00:11:00.000+11:00Only my version is more accurate...I still maintai...Only my version is more accurate...<BR/><BR/>I still maintain that the only real way to solve problems is to beat them with a magic stick. Alas, I do not have a magic stick. A broom handle does nicely though.<BR/><BR/>I don't recall ever seeing Blake's Seven. I was in the wilderness though and it might not have managed to fight through.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.com