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Thoughts of a dying humourist
Thursday, May 25, 2006











Benita's Bday party last year, the candles made everything seem wonderful :) (also, it may have been the alcohol, but hey.)








Wian. This is how he looked for 90% of last year : playing spider solitaire.






Louise's bday party a month ago. Note the extreme blushes...inspired by the heat and the delicious pizza-and-cocktail combo.



Kirstin having a colour-coordinated lunch. Note the lemon-pepper there....brilliant stuff. She also taught us the art of eating with Balsamic Vinegar. Bless K.





Will and myself getting up to no good again. We borrowed Johan's headset with the mike and sang Spongebob Squarepants, only to speed it up in an audio program to sound like chipmunks. We laughed so much it hurt.









Stellenbosch in the spring. This is Victoria street, taken from the corner where my street is.


Yours truly after a long hard day of taking people's ego-fuelled abuse and taking orders. i.e waitressing. Its about 12:30 here.
Anni
20:29

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