bye-ku
i am going bush.
and to dine with some hotties.
miss me while i'm gone.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
(nice) emails make me tingly. as do bad puns. and back rubs. get me here for any and/or all of the above:
nadstownATyahooDOTcom
recent ramblings
- denton v. latho
- gonna eat me a lot a peaches...
- overworked and underarticulate
- i need a reason to rant today. this'll do.
- sharing is caring
- i know everyone else has blogged it but i just can...
- looky no touchy
- the goddess of wax returns
- miss nadstown 2005
- worst. cab ride. ever.
coming soon...
16 Comments:
I suspect I am not one of the three aforementioned members of the 'axis-of-bush-dwellers-on-holiday', so I will wait here for more later.
so i take it you saw the original post, bevis?
i decided it was a bit heavy on the bitch factor for this joyous day.
Ooh. No fair. No, no. Not the holiday. I want to know about the previous post and the bitch factor.
Have a lovely time, sweet cheeks. x
have a lovely time
They do have the internerd in the bush, you know.
.... don't they?
Whoa, I thought I was freakin' out for a moment there! Thanks for explaining that you changed the post after I read it - my mind was in a spin.
Ms Cynic: it was incredible; you shoulda been there ...
Why would you want the internet in the outback when you have the bush telegraph! Wise up Jess. And what would farmers do with the internet other than download pirate copies of John 'J-Dub' Williamson's new killer album "Chandelier of Stars" to play to restless sheepdogs after the muster.
*muses*
Why don't I ever get comments from Housemate Ol?
*bites tongue*
*behaves*
OFF TOPIC, Tuppence - is that spunky speedo wearing hunk of a septuagenarian still sunning himself outside your house?
Can't. Stop. Thinking. About. Muscley. Tanned. Goodness.
*bites jess's tongue*
*misbehaves*
tuppence, can you invite muscley tanned goodness to the next dinner party?
i'll be the bridget jones to his old, sagging daniel cleaver any day.
god bless Jess and her innuendos.
"ahhh.... I don't believe we've met yet " [lowers glasses don-johnson style]
oh, we've met alright, still drunk.
there is a scarf wound tightly around my neck to prove it.
Can you smell me? I'm in the air!
cuts.
*blames self*
But of course. LeatherMan is there every day, oiled up and ready for some heavy-duty ogling.
- Tuppence
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