So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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Perhaps he helped Mum by washing his clothes in the toilet bowl???
:-P
BTW, would you consider changing your RSS feed so that the entirety of your posts are uploaded?
USelaine, if only! He did a poo in the shower the other day, and then indignantly demand that I deal with it ASAP.
Kiwi, so you’re telling me that he’s extraordinarily handsome then, are you? ;)
Z, he broke my PC, so no changes there. I have always tried to link the title to either the image or text. Sometime those linkages exist only within my head, however. It’s pretty convoluted inthere, you see.
I have put your RSS request to the board of management and expect a decision by the weekend.
April, no, but he did eat half a tube of toothpaste the other evening!
Jackie, he struggles to unwrap them, let alone get the paper back on!
Jill, he is attractive, isn’t he? ;)
Lynette, too bloody intelligent sometimes!
And stubborn. Just like his mother...