In fact, I feel so much better that I thought I’d strike back at Michael Fletcher’s abomination in the only way I know how.
Take that!
In case you are worried, I don’t generally dress up like this at home. This was for a Halloween party. Honest.
You have to admit — it’s pretty damned scary.
Hey kids!
For those of you who worry about my general well-being, I’m feeling considerably better since I posted the unhappy tale of woe and angst.
There has been therapy and it was good.
You are free to comment on the artistic merit of that aforementioned poem of woe and angst. Or offer to buy it — that’ll really cheer me up!
I’m grieving.
But no-one has died
I’m hurting.
But I find no wound
I’m angry.
But there’s no-one to blame
I’m vengeful.
Who deserves my wrath?
She’s drugged.
Abandoned in the club
Her drink has betrayed her
She’s raped?
The tests do not say so
No clear way to tell though
She’s ill.
Feels weary all day now
Curse the pill that AIDS her
And so
I grieve I ache I rage
I avenge?
Do you deserve my wrath?
Today I considered pouring a cup full of hot coffee (straight out of the kettle) on to my forearm.
The test would be to see whether I could hold my arm in place and resist the reflex to pull it away from harm.
The next trick would be to ignore the first-aid recommendation to shove the burn under cold running water. I’m pretty sure I’d end up with an exciting scar to show my grandchildren.
Some deeper instinct stayed my hand.
“You gotta lotta class.”
I like the way you shake your ass.” — Unknown artist (and I use the term loosely) since I can’t deal with waiting to the end of the song to find out who actually sings it.
I have always believed that shaking one’s posterior in public is a true indicator of one’s status in society.
Next bit to go?
Left Ear … Right Ear
Left Eye … Right Eye
Left Arm … Right Arm
Left Leg … Right Leg
Rules
Bet R5.00 on the bit you think most likely to go.
Money goes into a pool.
Winner takes the pool.
In the event of a tie, winners share pool evenly.
The Waffle Master reserves the right to alter, delete and make up completely new rules at random and whenever he feels like it.
The Waffle Master’s decision is final. Correspondence will be entered into, but you will be flamed.
Have a nice day, or all bets are off.
And don’t actually expect to get paid out
Mumphred is Losing Heart
That’s Heartless
Satan’s Poodle Feeds
Let this be a lesson to all who wear their hearts on their sleeves.
Ever taken your car for a short drive to make sure the battery still
works, happily discovering that it does (even though it hasn’t been used
for three weeks) only to leave the lights on?
I have.
You should try it. It’s annoying.
[Edit on 22 June, 2007.]
I see that there have been a number of curious searches for “scary poodle” and “lord of the poodle.” I see this page has no link to Satan’s Poodle. Now it does.
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Tell me friend
have you washed dishes?
Yes I’ve washed them once before.
Tell me friend
when you washed dishes,
Did you find it quite a bore?
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