| ... REGULARS ... |
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gems of my priceless wit |
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| Entries
from a rather unorthodox journal, updated at whim |
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| These people need to be pistol whipped
and flushed down the toilet at first opportunity! |
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| Take a look at some assorted links.
I will collect more and organize them when I feel inclined to but
until then -- enjoy! |
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| Some stuff really ticks me off. I mean
REALLY ticks me off.... |
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The finest produce
of Mother Kenya |
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| ... THINKER'S ... |
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Yes, yes, shame
on me for taking so long to update -- but there is a lovely disclaimer
that ought to have alerted you to my mode of operation
by now - be sure to reacquaint yourself with its contents. However
this time I've done quite a bit - I'll leave you
to discover exactly what.
Otherwise its been a pretty busy month. With all
the stuff I usually juggle I was also doing a bit of traveling.
R.I.P WICKY MOSH! DUDE, I WON'T
NEED A CONCERT TO REMEMEMBER YOU, OR A SONG TO GLORIFY YOU. YOUR
HUMILITY AND KINDNESS WILL STAY WITH US FOREVER. ONE!
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... OF HEREAFTER ... |
The issue of meeting the grim
reaper and parting ways with the ones we love
(and those who hate our guts) is one that few people
like to think about.
Personally I am very keen for the event because
I am one of the fellows who believe that life is the process
of death. I for one think I shall get into heaven by the
skin of my teeth. I am also convinced I shall be
the last feller to gain admission. The gate shall
slam shut behind me. I will have got in so narrowly
that my robe will be smoking and I shall be stopping,
dropping and rolling to put out
the smouldering fire.
When the banquet with my maker will be laid out
i'll be the chap seated by the kitchen door. Considering
that all humanity since creation will be there I shall be pretty
far off from the action.
BUT I'LL BE THE MOST GRATEFUL PERSON THERE!
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... SOCCER MANIA ... |
Last Wednesday
me and the lads were eager and
willing pawns in the war that
is Arsenal vs Man U. In case there
are any doubts Man U and all its affiliates are placed right
between pond scum and that stuff that accumulates between the toes.
All roads led to the Carnivore, and getting there
was an adventure in itself. The tried and tested mode employed was
good old 'Ninja Mode'. The party-mobile
was already there and was not about to come all the way to Westlands
for us.
No one knew how were were to get there but we would wing it. I
shall skip the details of how we boarded a matatu with one
of the lads carrying a plastic cup of Popov. I shall also
spare the details of how we threw bravery and courage to
the winds and literally elbowed each other to get into
a 15 as soon as four beefy men fiercely
and aggressively relieved a hapless passerby of
his possessions right before our eyes. What gave
us speed was one of the fellows yelling "DUNGA KISU".
The matatu refused to enter Carnivore and so we
alighted and started along that famous road. Immediately before
us were a good number of ladies who had clearly thrown that
notion of ladyship to the winds and were unglamorously
making excellent time in an attempt to save 200 bob.
Cotton, corduroy and leather are simply not meant to be
abused in that manner...[MORE]
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| ... NO TO WAR ... |
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Irony? Using guns, tanks and missiles to impose
democracy!
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| ... QUOTE ... |
| "Why did I fall down in my best trousers? I DIDN'T
HAVE TIME TO TAKE THEM OFF!" |
| ... CONTACTS ... |
| Don't call me, I'll call you!
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| ... FINALLY ... |

We may be out of the Champion's League but there are 2 more
to chase. Go Gunners!
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