Before Work
Father: <Can you buy some stock for the restaurant?>
Me: Uh huh.
Father: <Some red-bean iceblocks.>
Me: Go on.
Father: <That's it.>
Me: That's not for the restaurant, that's for YOU.
Father: Heheh.
niki:
Margaret Thatcher at the opening of the M25 Motorway.
How my mind comprehended this picture: Frogger.
Phil: He was moonwalking. But like, forwards.
Me: Isn't that just walking?
So thirsty today
Just wanna sit inside a watermelon. And eat it from the inside out.
Just
revolutionised ‘sweep under the rug’ technique.
Instead of getting a dustpan, I instead opened the front door and ice hockey slap-shot the shit out of the dust pile out of there.
Increased my sweeping efficiency by 3%.
I bet the person who thought of this headline misspells its and you’re, really likes Underbelly and did a journalism degree because a hairdressing course cost too much and they thought they could make it as a TV host one day.
I went to high school with this guy! From the two articles that I’ve read of his, I’ve discovered that looking at the number of members in a Facebook Group counts as statistical research and cleverly describing an interviewee as a ’Brisbane musician and noted blogger’ (isn’t everyone?) is a clever way to disguise one of his best friends as a notable news source.
