forgiven, and probably soon forgotten
in a small local paper somewhere in rural australia there is a section entitled 'buckets and bouquets'. this provides an opportunity for members of the community to write in their jollies and their gripes about things that have affected them throughout the week.
the edition of the paper i read included things such as:
"buckets to the hooligans who egged all the cars on smith st on friday".
"bouquets to sam the butcher for always giving me an extra chop for my boys".
personally i think this is a super way of expressing one's emotions. and thus, in the spirit of 'buckets and bouquets', i am starting a new segment in nadstown. an homage, if you will.
here goes...
blisters and boobs #1
blisters: to the malevolent cocktard who called my office last week and abused me for something that was in NO WAY my fault, and then slammed the phone down when i calmly told him he was out of line.
boobs: to the very same man for calling back ten minutes later and not only apologising, but also calling himself a "cunting asshole" without any prompting from me whatsoever.
i just love it when people surprise me like that. snaps to him for swallowing his pride and asking forgiveness from the faceless voice at the other end of the phone.
at least some people in this country can still say sorry.
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blisters: to the blister on my right hand i got from fondling a girls boob for 4 hours straight at parklife.
boobs: to the girl whos boob it was.
you got blisters from rubbing a girl's boob?
what were her boobs made of? cement?
HOLD ON A MINUTE!
you were at parklife, yes?
and parklife is some sort of all day outdoor club type event?
and people take a lot of drugs at these events, correct?
so, based on the above evidence...
you sure you weren't rubbing a statue, buddy?
statue or no statue, those were the hardest nipples ever.
i respect that.
your right about the name though.
parklife?
they should be calling it 'raverslife' or 'drug-taking-dancerslife'.
parklife just makes no sense.
p.s. i like your little picture
you, my anonymous-but-complimentary friend, may stick around for awhile.
and keep up the sweet talk and you may just end up with blisters from rubbing my boob one day!
blister to all the utility companies that send me bills like all the time
boob to myself for FINALLY starting writing my 40,000 words today, properly
blister to myself for writing such a boring comment
boob to nadine for coming up with blisters and boobs
blister to people who can't use possessive and shortened-form apostrophes
boob to those who can
blister to myself again, for again being boring
if i truly thought there might be a chance of a friendly, open, out-going person like yourself hooking up with a grumpy, anonymous, drug-taking-dancer like me, so as we can rub boobs together, i would sweet talk horse to water and coax it drink. for you.
ill keep hoping though.
"a friendly, open, out-going person like yourself..."
*tingles*
sorry i interrupted here. this is obviously a private flirt thing
[leaves and starts to close door]
[turns back and gives la nadine the thumbs up]
Ah, MG, you make me smile. You too, Nads.
Boobs to the both of you.
boobs to nadstown...
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