Thank fuck we don't have middens*
Yep. Thank fuck.
Cos my midden would confuse the fuck out of latter year archaeologists:
Latter Year Archaeologist 1 Ooh. Look at this. He was a vegetarian.
Latter Year Archaeologist 2 No he wasn't - I've got the entire skeletons of three completely different animals here and the formation suggests that they were disposed of in a 6.75 hour period.
LYA1: No way.
LYA2: Yes way. It looks like he was a great hunter too - some of these things come from all over the world. Didn't drink that much though, judging by the 16 cases of this wine staff that seem to be around
LYA1: But the formation suggests...
LYA2: Ah yes. 6.75 hours.
Yeah. Me. Busy as fuck. Given that I lose weight when I work like this and I exercise to balance out the stress, I can EAT WHATEVER I WANT.
ALL.
THE.
TIME.
This is a massive change in comparison to normal as I can also DRINK WHATEVER I WANT ALL THE TIME and not get hangovers. Someone has to soak up the wine glut and keep all those French vignerons in business.
Unfortunately I'm also knackered. As La Pirata suggested I may be intermittently dead. Cereally. It could well be true: I slept through a fire alarm and a building evacuation last night. Wasn't the vino either. None left there.
Fun. Fun. Fun. Funnity fun.
Backdoor listings are fun. Bookshops putting Douglas Coupland in the self help section as he's used 'Nostradamus' in the title is fun.
Diving into a swarm of cuntingly devious irukandji camouflaged by wave froth is not fun.
Feeding the water dragon’s fresh from their wintry nap is fun.
So, all in all it's work now, fun soon. Suggestions possibly accepted.
* For the nuff-nuffs with no vocab.
posted by Dollop at 4:42 PM
9 Comments:
I thought you were talking about mittens, but doing the classic Aussie trick of turning a "t" into a "d".
I am a nuff-nuff. But I'm a friendly nuff-nuff.
10:12 PM
I still don't understand why Nostradamus would still end up in 'Self-Help' anyway.
Dymocks should immediately euthanise anyone with such character flaws
1:29 PM
R1 All nuff-nuffs should be friendly, even those who live off their written wordses.
R2 Self Help for men who have their allegedly large todgers removed and Pickled does seem a fairly niche genre. Nonetheless, it was there.
I also learnt that there is a Romantic Suspense sub-genre within Crime. Freaks.
As I looked into his eyes I couldn't help wondering when he would kill again. It had been days since he'd last done it and longer still since we'd done it together. Suddenly, they were there: his true feelings. Others might diagnose a psycopathic gaze but not me - I knew this was love.*
* Not actual Romantic Suspense. I hope.
2:12 PM
Hooray for Nuff Nuffs.
That is all.
1:10 PM
ha nuff-nuffs.
that is mine now.
10:16 PM
Well it's not as if you're blogging up a storm either buddy.
Miss me?
x
10:50 PM
ha. it's been so long since you've posted that any non-nuff-nuff who knows wtf a midden is would suspect that you died so long ago that middens did exist.
I don't think you quite understand how important blogs are for inept people who are slack at emailing and use blog to catch up on people's lives.
how are you?
good food then?
4:57 PM
Elaine, you ARE me.
it's seriously freaky man.
2:58 PM
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.
That is all.
9:01 AM
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