Well its down to the last couple of van loads, for the old place in Boronia
. But F*#* me standing, some of these peoples need Rogering. People 4 doors up are having a party, cool more power to them. But when I most very very sickenly nicely asked one fat assed bitch if she would mind parking her Toorak efen tractor, not out the front of our place as we are in the process of shifting and I have 3 vans no more than 5 minutes away, needing to park. Well phuck me standing if she didn't get her ass out of joint with me. Her reaction had me wondering had I inadvertantly asked her in code, for the death of her first born. She didn't like it when I nicely said to her, " Its efen fat pigs like you mam, that make me realize why I love the company of dogs and my bike, Now kindly shift your oversized sardine can, or do I go ring the cops". She moved, and hows this, (she should thank me) she got to park closer to the party, so now she only has 20yards to move her whale sized ass instead of 40. So my dear friends and fiends, I will be off line till who nows when, finding an internet service provider, up in the valley will no doubt be entertaining, as well as bloody costly, and lets face it dial up is just out of here. So I'll drop in a line at the odd internet cafe, for my bandit alley fix every now and then.
Topic: Efen Humans. (Read 6699 times)