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Thoughts of a dying humourist
Monday, August 14, 2006


Gone are the days

Hello bloggers! Thanks for being patient for so long (some background music chimes up and a mechanical voice says "your opinion is important to us, please hold" )

Riiiight! Do you know any self-absorbed people? People that think that if they had never been born the world would wonder why? Of course you do. Well last night , as I was searching frantically for some inspiration to write another page of my story, some dumbass rugby player who lives near us starting singing extremely loudly (this was 12:39) and drunkenly, his a cappella version of "Incomplete". You could hear that the correct keys of the song didnt like him at all.

Just a week before I was on my way to the shop beneath us when I looked up...and there he was ....standing in all his blonde muscley glory - in his doorway...wearing only teeny white underpants.
He was looking out over the horizon pretty much the way Simba did when Mufasa told him "everything that touches the light is yours".

Of course yours truly had to stifle a laugh and run for it. Its unbelievable. He plays under 21 rugby for WP. So is there any sport where the participants arent buttheads?
Maybe this is why women are increasingly falling for artists and scientists. Mostly the latter these days.

So here's a question for the guys : WHY do men not notice you when youre dressed up, polished and pretty, but do notice you when you're sporting a jumper, glasses and messed up hair??

I would really, really love this explained.


Sorry I'm a bit cranky. I got about 3 hours sleep because I had a killer fever.
Anni
12:15

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