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HOT CHICK OF THE WEEK:
Name: Jennette Tan
Nationality:
Taiwanese/ Hongkinese
NickName(s):
PinkStraWberrY
Age:
17
Hobbies:
Cruisin round, carz, dogz, sing k, sleeping, fone, beach
Ideal
day out: Lunch, movie, coffee, crusin round sydney, watch the sunrise
What
you look for in a guy: A sweety inside, charming on the outside. Guyz
into guy stuff like carz not something like... guyz into knitting!!!!
| Bad call of the week + Chick of the week |
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16/03/02 Well, I think this week was really quiet (or perhaps everybody is on guard when I'm around). However, when we lose on quantity we gain on quality of bad calls. So this weeks bad call comes from Abalone and it goes a little something like this: (its very long winded and pretty crazy) Okay, I was asking John about the bad call session he had with Herron about Bin laden: ME: So what was the bad call? John: er... something about Russian mafia, Bin Laden escaping, and how Bin laden might be in Tibet. Me: ... John: hahahaha you reckon the Dalai Lama could be in on the Bin Laden escape? (bad call) Me: er...... okay. Oh, I heard that Bin Laden escaped in a corolla. Nigel must be so proud (awful mistake and yes I know its a bad call). John: hahahaha Nigel must of given Bin laden a lift, yeah? (oh no! awful terrible. Why continue a bad call?) Me: ... John: hahahaaha Nigel was dodging through the bullets but Hoe.... a bullet must of ricocheted his bumper, coz that is how he got that scratch... Me: ... why make such bad calls? John: Hoe... after Bin Laden escaped from the Americans he was stopped by the Shao-lin highway patrol. (terrible) Me: ... oh no..... John: hahahaha oh f*#$, Dalai Lama escort. Oh Me: ... please stop (here comes the crunch). John: oh oh Dalai Lama must have a six pack and was pulling chicks.. Funny? Creative? Bazaar? Well, I just think this was bad call to the extreme and what makes it bad was that it was a "wave of terrible calls." It just hits ya from out of the blue and your left standing going: "what the...?"
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