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| Hi and welcome to my site of cool stuff. This site is (or i plan it to be) an up to date perspective or social comentary of life on this planet we call earth and at the same time a place where it's ok to be arrogant ,guzzle beer, wear the ocaisional flanel shirt , yet still apreciate art, individual thought and the expansion of our intellectual horizons, a place where the comman being can ponder on lifes little mysteries yet can still find time to bag out or pass coments about the nummerous ass holes who share this spheare of dirt and water on which we live. I will update this page weekly so stay tuned and email me if you have something to say. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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JUST THOUGHT YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW; If you have ever been to one of those giant office surply shops then you know just how speciale and fun it can be to buy all those shiny new and crisp crappy notepad papers and the multicoulered pens that you could sit and click for hours on end whilst being inspied by the red,yellow,green and blue memo pad that you bought for all those important "buisness" affairs etc.A DUCK on the other hand can find no happiness in these materialistic office surplies that give us humans such pleasure.For a duck knows its true place in an ecologically sustainable swamp enviroment.Im sure if you gave a duck a note pad and pen for christmas it would become hostile towards you and just down right get the shits.If you placed a duck inside an office surply outlet then there is a good chance that anyone under the height of about 4 feet is going to lose an eye,anyone that matches the duck in height (approximatley 2 feet-3 inches )will more then likely be dismembered by the savage beast.A duck may seem inferior to say you or i, but dont be fooled by these fluffy white machines of death, as a duck is as smart as a post-graduate studying linguistics and as ruthless as a bouncer from the General Bourke.My advice is don't #$*& with the duck. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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About a couple of weeks ago one of my mates was opening a can of tinned fruit and as he was pulling the ring on the lid he slipped and the edge of the tin lid openend the side of his finger right up.At first we laughed and said "ha ha ha thats got to hurt ha ha ha" but then his finger begain to pump out blood and it was splattered all up my shirts sleeve.He didnt say any thing but he had this wierd sorrta look on his face.As he walked to the sickbay his blood stained the concrete with a trial of dots.It was pretty bad but sort of funny too , im sure if tom hadn't being going into shock as much as he was he would have seen the funny side too.About a couple of weeks later we were playing hackky sack in the drama room when he plouged his face into the concrete .This left a nasty gash on his face which turned into a scab about two inches in diameter .This same mate of mine just recently chasesd a soccer ball across The Great Western highway,as he ran across a car just missed him he bent down to pick up the ball and without looking turned and bolted out in front of a car which swerved and then beeped ,Tom then thought "...hmmm car..." before suddenly bolting in front of a truck.Ifind myself pondering is it safe to stand near tom as he might have a live grenade in his hat or he may have lead us into a field of anti-personel mines. does Tom have a death wish and has not realised it yet? Sorry for having a go Tom but perhaps we could start up a betting scheme on how many times you can cheat death in a minute. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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