Be afraid, be very afraid.
Because this baboon senses an evil presence ..
.. right above your head!
And a little to the left.
Cheers
Saturday, November 06, 2004
- What if the Beatles were geeks?
- Top five - favourite films.
- Pop quiz, hot shot.
- Eeeeek!
- Turn of events.
- Showtime.
- Am I really here?
- Buttons.
- What is this 'tell' you speak of?
- Welcome to the Mental Health Hotline .
13 Comments:
I'm in my dining room, is this bab seriously telling me that it's looking at my painting of the Christ of St. John on The Cross, and reckons its evil?
HA! Never trust a bab, they're crap at monopoly. And charades!
:)
Hey, I didn't specify what kind of evil presence.
There could be a spider up there, somewhere.
Cheers
Actually, he's looking up at the Title of this blog. Martin! It's you!
I thought you were an Angel. Tell me I'm wrong.
I'm an outlaw, me. I've stolen cookies, I've burnt ants, I've tipped cows.
I'm the kid your parents don't want you to hang out with.
I'm the rotten egg, the black sheep, the rapscallion, the wrongdoer, the vagabond, the racketeer, the miscreant, the ..
.. well, you get the point.
But seriously, it's not looking at the title, it's looking at something lurching on the wall behind you.
Ah, sod it - don't look, then. As if I care.
Cheers
Ooooh, attitude!
Go to alt.dummy.thrown.out.of.pram? for some like-minded people!!
:)
Heh, maybe you'd refer me back to alt.pot.kettle.black!
:)
Aww he looks sad. Martin, what did you do?
Monkeys scare me !
My girlfriend went to thailand and they went to a secluded island for some naked sunbaking. Of course, they meet one of the primates (spider monkey) and even tried to pat one!
Then on the horizon, they noticed about 20 ( of varying age and stature) monkeys closing in on them. Screaming and hissing, they commandeered the boat and started to rip through the backpacks, jumping and squeeling.
The story gets much more scary, especially seeing it is my girlfriends involved and they tell it much better.
The photos are hillarious - bloody tourists.
Wait wait, hang on. This combination of naked sunbathing and photo's sounds intriguing - tell me more.
Your story kinda sounds like the setup for a very disturbing porno flick.
They got off okay? (no pun intended.)
Cheers
not to change the subject or anything, because, hey, i like porn talk as much as the next girl, but i applaud your use of a monkey in your blog - nothing's funnier than a monkey... and i think the monkey caught sight of the HR lady walking by - complete, unadulterated eeeeeeevil
I, too, support the use of monkeys - I feel that monkeys are blatantly ignored and underused in the world of blogs.
And what on earth is an HR lady?
Cheers
the HR lady is Human Resources -aka the people hired at every company to usurp the fun and make people actually work during the day (oh, and they try to keep inter-office ass-touching at a minimum, too)
What?! No ass touching?! Where's the fun in that?
I mean, what else are you supposed to do with an ass?
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Are you insinuating you actually own a ten foot pole?
What does one do with something like that? You know, besides not touching sentences, nor asses.
Cheers
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