Man Gave Names To All The Animals
You know it's hot when you decide to merely have a cold shower, but the heat has warmed the cold water up to make it feel like you're having a normal shower anyway. Or if you're comfortable in your air conditioned room, walk outside and immediately the heat hits you.
Well both of those happened to me yesterday/this morning. And yesterday I played golf in the heat of the day, then had cricket training in the afternoon when it is just as hot. Especially when some idiot decides to do 7 laps of the oval before training. Shear lunacy, maybe I should be in an asylum.
Well on Saturday afternoon I had to leave cricket early (we were getting spanked anyway!) to make the big drive down to Bunbury for Ash & Alexia's wedding. In fact, since the wedding itself was at 3 I was no chance of making it, but I could make it to the reception, the non-boring part of the wedding, instead, which I did. So with that I got to visit m&d's new house in Bunno, complete with cat. So that was nice.
Unfortunately I had to drive to the reception, since it was in Boyanup, a good 20-25 kms out of town. So from then on I celebrated and danced the night away. And danced well, too.
Oh, while I'm on about celebrations...
Happy 2nd Journal Birthday osborg!! (Well for Feb the 8th anyway)
That's actually quite sad that I'm already 2 years older now than I was then.
Oh yeah. At the 21st I went to last week, I was lining up for the toilet with some girl who I was having a random sort of conversation with. So anyway, she knew I was next up at the toilet after her. However, I get into the toilet and what do I find...? The toilet seat is down!!! The cheek!
How many times do we get told to put the seat down when there are girls around? Well surely that should work the other way too! And who said that feminism hasn't gone far enough? The hypocrites!
And to top it all off on Friday I was in another toilet, and in it was a painting thing on the wall. It was a picture of a duck, sitting down but sort of falling into the toilet, with the caption "If god had wanted the toilet seat down, he would have made us with webbed feet" (or something like that).
I rest my case.
Bob Dylan for king of the World!
(Or maybe that should be Adam Gilchrist...?)
Well both of those happened to me yesterday/this morning. And yesterday I played golf in the heat of the day, then had cricket training in the afternoon when it is just as hot. Especially when some idiot decides to do 7 laps of the oval before training. Shear lunacy, maybe I should be in an asylum.
Well on Saturday afternoon I had to leave cricket early (we were getting spanked anyway!) to make the big drive down to Bunbury for Ash & Alexia's wedding. In fact, since the wedding itself was at 3 I was no chance of making it, but I could make it to the reception, the non-boring part of the wedding, instead, which I did. So with that I got to visit m&d's new house in Bunno, complete with cat. So that was nice.
Unfortunately I had to drive to the reception, since it was in Boyanup, a good 20-25 kms out of town. So from then on I celebrated and danced the night away. And danced well, too.
Oh, while I'm on about celebrations...
Happy 2nd Journal Birthday osborg!! (Well for Feb the 8th anyway)
That's actually quite sad that I'm already 2 years older now than I was then.
Oh yeah. At the 21st I went to last week, I was lining up for the toilet with some girl who I was having a random sort of conversation with. So anyway, she knew I was next up at the toilet after her. However, I get into the toilet and what do I find...? The toilet seat is down!!! The cheek!
How many times do we get told to put the seat down when there are girls around? Well surely that should work the other way too! And who said that feminism hasn't gone far enough? The hypocrites!
And to top it all off on Friday I was in another toilet, and in it was a painting thing on the wall. It was a picture of a duck, sitting down but sort of falling into the toilet, with the caption "If god had wanted the toilet seat down, he would have made us with webbed feet" (or something like that).
I rest my case.
Bob Dylan for king of the World!
(Or maybe that should be Adam Gilchrist...?)