tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post7273980139084558987..comments2007-11-04T22:04:37.135+11:00nailpolishblueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-57852086749327736142007-11-04T22:04:00.000+11:002007-11-04T22:04:00.000+11:00Actually, Caz, by the standards of the place he's quite passable. Pathology attract very unattractive men/boys.nailpolishblueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-9882785061742558312007-11-04T19:29:00.000+11:002007-11-04T19:29:00.000+11:00An <I>unattractive</I> teenager?<BR/><BR/>Oh dear.<BR/><BR/>Oh deary me. <BR/><BR/>You can do better Nails.<BR/><BR/>You <I>must</I> do better! <BR/><BR/>At least work your way up to a 20 year old.<BR/><BR/>There has to be a random - attractive - 20 year old about the place.Cazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387674413840435759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-25045630433700970162007-11-04T16:00:00.000+11:002007-11-04T16:00:00.000+11:00You gotta ask yourself, Dan, how much do you need to know about the libidinal needs of a random Australian lass..?nailpolishblueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-19070958531324580672007-11-04T15:46:00.000+11:002007-11-04T15:46:00.000+11:00Sooooo?Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12287449666259456630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-33325287318946550722007-11-04T00:56:00.000+11:002007-11-04T00:56:00.000+11:00Oh yeah, Caz, I really want another person in my life laughing over my lust for a rather unattractive teenager. <BR/><BR/>Still, you know, being trapped in a small room with him is doing wonders for my libido.<BR/><BR/>Yes, too much information. I thought so too.nailpolishblueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-20449048276053116262007-11-03T22:19:00.000+11:002007-11-03T22:19:00.000+11:00You need to find a boyfriend. <BR/><BR/>Perhaps you could be embarrassed together, thus halving the sense of mortification.<BR/><BR/>And he could admire your eyebrows.Cazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17387674413840435759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-29941475256036704332007-11-03T16:39:00.000+11:002007-11-03T16:39:00.000+11:00It's just about to leave the room. It will be back in 50 minutes.<BR/><BR/>I'm almost certain that I'm not allowed though.nailpolishblueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-48450185819839777942007-11-03T15:32:00.000+11:002007-11-03T15:32:00.000+11:00You have one handy?TimThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-55922353884934392562007-11-03T15:29:00.000+11:002007-11-03T15:29:00.000+11:00By curious conincidence that is precisely what I'm trying not to do right now.nailpolishblueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-84168229106275281992007-11-03T15:24:00.000+11:002007-11-03T15:24:00.000+11:00Yes. <BR/><BR/>Incidentally, if you rearrange the letters of the sentence<BR/><BR/>SO, DICK PRATT - IN BOXES!<BR/><BR/>You get the sentence: <BR/><BR/>TO PAT DICKS IN BOXERS.TimThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-60006597560873554972007-11-03T15:08:00.000+11:002007-11-03T15:08:00.000+11:00Dick made his fortune in boxes...?nailpolishblueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-12597150344751786372007-11-03T14:18:00.000+11:002007-11-03T14:18:00.000+11:00The best part of it is that Dick Pratt, mega-multi-billionaire, made his fortune by selling - boxes. That's right, he's a BOX-TYRANT!TimThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-52368261131558641572007-11-03T14:13:00.000+11:002007-11-03T14:13:00.000+11:00If I fully explained my enjoyment of the Visy thing to you I'd sound even weirder and more stalkerish than usual. I'm not sure that that doesn't sound worse...<BR/><BR/>Nostalgic for vomit?nailpolishblueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-65287993352858702992007-11-03T12:12:00.000+11:002007-11-03T12:12:00.000+11:00Visy? <BR/><BR/>Maybe their slogan should be 'If you want to engage in Pratfalls, don't act like a Dick'. <BR/><BR/>Ah, Newtown vomit.TimThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-87870935473424274342007-11-02T23:38:00.000+11:002007-11-02T23:38:00.000+11:00It still exists, Dale. And it's damp and full of people who're beautiful for the moment and who are finding the moments beautiful. Tomorrow there will be little puddles of vomit everywhere and if you wake up early enough you'll hear the partygoers heading home at sunrise.nailpolishblueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13587220.post-82415618736967090942007-11-02T23:34:00.000+11:002007-11-02T23:34:00.000+11:00Or you could be the girl still too sick to go out sitting at home inside her own head wondering if King St still exists and grateful to hear that it does.Dale Slammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15287933905370786159noreply@blogger.com