Y'all Don't Even Know Nads. Y'ALL DON'T EVEN!

Hi, Jessculture here. You might remember me from such joint blogging ventures as "A Sexpo Day Expo...sé (Part I)" and the website ausculture.com.

I am guest posting on Nadstown today because the poor busty lass you've all learned to love and adore - she who goes by the name of La Nadine - is currently "incommunicado" and unable to fulfil her blogging commitments.

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED, JESS?

Oh, I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything.

Arriving in Melbourne yesterday afternoon, dear Nads spent a good sixteen hours in jolly spirits. She sang, she ate, she danced and yes - she may even have had her boobs jiggled by every gal's favourite Dannii Minogue enthusiast Will Fop.

In short, the bitch was in fine fucking form.

Cut to this afternoon. After a leisurely sleep in, La Nadine and I emerged from the boudoir* and decided to hit the internerd before a late, late breakfast.

That's when Nads noticed the following new comment on her blog.

if i was a bigotted little misogynist id call you an anglo skip whore.

but im too nice for that.

At first, it was just a twitch of the eye.

"Are you alright, Nads?" I asked in a gentle and concerned manner, as I am just that sort of caring person. What can I say, I'm a Pisces.

All she managed to stammer were the words "Anglo... how... with the... skippy whore no skippy... Middle Eastern\Polish jew... no cashy sex sex... bagel oi vey hummous hummous I want money..." before crumbling into a catatonic state.

No doubt the unfortunate woman's confusion as to why a post about a ridiculous Optus fuck up relating to her late mother could lead to an accusation of her being an "anglo skip whore" has led to A COMPLETE BREAKDOWN.

Therefore, I must sadly announce to her vast readership that until I can get the fragile woman I see in front of me - and as I bang away at the keyboard right now, I spy her on the other side of the room, cowering under a doona and rocking back and forth in a disturbing manner - back to her previous and thoroughly glorious mental state, she's going to be taking a bit of a "time out" from this blog. Clearly she needs answers regarding the "anglo skip whore" comment and until we find those answers for her, she remains merely a shell of her former self.

I mean, for fuck's. How typical of that lazy anglo skip whore. "Ooooh give me a holiday from my nerd schedule, I'm all perplexed and insane now". Whatevs. I want a drinking buddy and she'd better snap the hell out of it because I'm about to crack open the case of VICTORY BEER from The Empress Rock Trivia Night.


and thus ends this utterly daft - BUT ENDEARING - guest post as requested by my mistress of tit, ms la nadine.

PS: Should we organise AngloSkipWhoreAid? I can get Bob Geldof on the blower if needs be.

PPS: She may need your supportive comments and love. Or some fresh insults. I recommend "Slutfaced African American Paraplegic" if you're stuck.


*Not nearly as lez as it sounds. We're "housesitting". And plotting the eBaying of a certain blogging vixen's underwear whilst she's out frolicking the countryside. We're gonna make a mint.