This is awkward then.
I am crying
click the penguin
Missing Missy. The Red hat - I died laughing. then resurrected
David. You are close to the funniest thing ever to grace the internet.
Oh Aside from the video of beyonce falling down the stairs on youtube then incoporating it into her dance routine, but aside from that. Wait, no that wasn’t even really that funny come to think of it, but I will cover bases by saying probably.
by the way, bought a second hand drawing of a spider yesterday. Fucking only 7 legs. Obviously not done by you.
Thanks to COB for the heads Up. (ps buy a nespresso)
I though that we got the kids out young enough so that the bad graffiti habits of the wild youth of graffiti park wouldn’t influence their future behaviour.
All has been going well until recently I found something that made me clench my fist, raise it towards the sky and scream “damn you graffiti park, damn you” *think ‘planet of the apes’ ending*
I was walking innocently through our new place when bam I found an apple. Thats great you say. Apples are healthy, help our teeth, great that 2 and a bit year old mini panda is eating a healthy choice.
I thought that too. But if you look not too much more closely….
My two and a bit year old little panda, has, thats right, graffiti-ed an apple.
oh the shame.
It is official. I have started the campaign. I will also attach to this post the current ‘stick over document’ to try and make your neighbour hood that little bit nicer, or your toilet block, or your local phone booth, or the train you go to work it. Currently I have chosen an exert from George Orwell’s 1984 for people to casually read and look at instead of some poor fucking idiot’s attempt to rebel against society with a ‘sharpie’.
^here we see the unsightly mark that some dick head in dirty white adidas pants has placed on the wall
^Here we see the only slight improvement made by the poster but at least there is some reading material now instead of seeing some feigned symbol that probably means ‘I have a small brain:skull ratio & and no testicles’, and the author is probably venting his emotional state through texta.
Download the document for use in your office/train/toilet/phone booth/pizza parlour/coffee shop/breeze way/foyer
I love it.
with another birthday under my belt I am decidedly richer this year. Not so much from a fiscal point of view but a knowledge, deep breathing, take 5 minutes to have a short black point of view.
the years 30-31 were a bit well…..blergh. Nothing much changed but in saying that it was valuable in concreting some basic life skills, and deciding to make a change for the better. Like what you ask?
well. We didn’t like having a mortgage. It was very restricting. Being 31 I was able to discuss with Mrs Panda, how we were going to get rid of it.
and we did. No biggy, just get rid of the Mortgage. We then Moved to some where that was more helpful to our life style. No Biggy just did it.
It is these kinds of decisions that I was able to consolidate the process of this year with Mrs Panda. Now though we don’t have stress. Which is something that perhaps we have been thriving on. Fuelling our daily grind and pushing us into the next 24hr bracket to live.
Several small things have changed to diminishing this ‘fuel’ though.
We moved to s suburb with less graffiti. This dropped my stress, as I didn’t have to worry about being graffitti-ed as I walked out to my car, or went for a run with my mate.
I now drive against the traffic to get to work in the morning. I leave home at a sensible 0730-0745, and drive to work. Simple. It takes less time and I no longer have to wake at 0520 to prepare to battle the m4. Sometimes I think it may have been better if I was Adam of Grayskull and rode cringer to work. Don’t have to worry about finding a large killer cat, that can transform into a battle cat now though.
There is a pub (the Palace) 150m down the road from our house, and next to it is one of the best pizza joints i have ever eaten at (otto Pezzi) – enough said.
We no longer have a lawn to mow. That job is the responsibility of Strata. Who is now like a mini god that I worship. Strata cleans our stairwells, puts our bins out, waters our plants. I am thinking about asking ‘Strata’ if he or she can pencil me in for a foot rub and a Long island iced tea. fuck I hated mowing the lawn I am sure it is a form of torture from Guantanamo
Any way Mrs Panda for my birthday gave me a nespresso machine. It is fucking awesome. the Coffee awesome. I don’t know if the coffee tastes better because you really don’t have to do anything to make it good, it just does it.
The machine is cute. The coffee is great. go buy one.
oh and by the way, work is far from stimulating today, very far. I am busy and shouldn’t be writing this but not stimulating at all.
Australian story 14th June. iView abso fucking lutely tear jerking
Go watch it I did.
He is a music thanatologist. Beautiful. Especially the brahms lullaby alert when a baby is born. Truly a beautiful beautiful man supportive family and wonderful art form.
If only there were more humans like this one or robots that replicated this behaviour. Oh and of cause had skin and other human like features.
Close your eyes.
Henry the octopus.
Vanessa amarosi – “mr mysterious”
fisrt person to run on centre court and shove a dildo in this guys mouth gets a lazy lobster.
Note. he has dick hair, and I am sick to fuck death of hearing about him.
So. Sold a house. Not exactly like I thought it would be. And to our agent. You sir have dickhair. That’s right I said it. A lot of people were thinking it.
So fuck you. Your dickhair. And your real estate agency. Oh and Julie stinson. Fuck you and your pouty face Julie stinson. This is completely unnecessary to be this angry at the anti climax but fuck, dude had dickhair.
So to my readership yes all two of us. (yes I am one of those two), think carefully when you buy a house next. Consider your lovely family. Enjoy life for a while. Enjoy being the mayor of Mrs Fields rhode shopping centre.
And also buy a alpha gtv6 and donate it to Pandainabattlesuit.
Peace out. Unheart dickhair.