3 Rumors To spread like Herpes

Did you hear?


Theres this guy in my team who is like an urban legend around here..
He's 42, name is Bao-Quoc Nguyen, and he has been dating his girlfriend for 8 and a half years..
He has fathered 3 of her children (which he helped create), His kids are called Annabelle, Mellissa, and Xavier Nguyen.

and he is afraid to commit to her..why?


I dont know why! This is a petition to fight for young Jade, and her wedding ring scavange..
Lets band together to get that wedding band on her finger and this 42 year old soul married..

Psst....Pass it on


Did you Hear?


Theres this girl in my team who is like an urban legend around here..
Shes 73 , name is Joanne Tien , and he has been splitting her pants since as far back as 1941
On a faitfull day, i was working and overheard a story that when she went to the toilet she didnt know how big it was and was scared..
She jumped a fence and did it again today, left ass cheek..

This is a petition to fight for old J o's pants
Lets band together to get a new pair of pants for this old bird, who cant keep those stiches together ..

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Did you hear?

Jimmy woke up dead...
The snake killed him dead..
I swear..

Psst.....Pass it oN

December Boys Review...Oh Boy-S it sucks...LAME

December Boys Review:
Harry Potters first non-Potter performance fails to excite and tickle the erection bone in this conventional coming of age tale.

December Boys practically has the formula to be a Best Picture. Has all the relevant material and one of those soppy story lines where the audience is supposed to go "Awwwwwwwwwww" and "thats sweet man"

It's about four orphans with less than cute nicknames (Harry Potters Daniel Radcliffe is called MAPS......LAME!!!!!!) coming of age in 1960s Australia, and based on a novel that is no doubt as boring as the film, and is burned at a Christian Bon-Fire somewhere due to what would be a paragraph of a sex scene between MAPS and an Aussie whore..

For commercial purposes, it's the kind of film that makes cinema buffs feel good about watching "art" when the weekend's big blockbuster is sold out, but which doesn't challenge them too much. But is it good? Well, let's just say I didn't see this film beinmg released at the cinema's, much less staying in the cinema from December to December. As lame as it is though, snuggling upto Chris as we watch December Boys, we realised that it is a moderately engaging coming of age story. Departing from the Harry Potter films, Daniel Radcliffe plays Maps, one of four orphans who goes on holiday on the South Australian coast. Nicknamed the December Boys because of their birthdays, the foursome -- comprised of Maps, Misty, Sparks and Spit (for his spitting abilities, the original script called for him to be called SWALLOWS, but the writter changed it so that he could represent what more of the world choose to do ;) ) -- have always been best friends,and need eachother, because they are growing too old to be adoptees. But when they discover a couple living on the coast that is interested in possibly adopting a child, their friendships are tested as they compete to put on the best face and hopefully win the family each of them has always wanted.

It's an overstatement to say that Radcliffe is the film's star, with his ever changing accent (from British, to Australian, to New Zealand Fesh and Cheps style) but he plays a key role as the oldest of the orphans and the first to really discover life's cruelties (which include fucking an aussie whore, and then realising she's taken off on him...leaving him not even with a gift...well possibly the gift of Syphellis) . Meanwhile, Misty is really the focus of the film, serving as both the narrator and the protagonist once the orphans' competition for the attention of the young couple begins. It is at this point that i have to point out this kids unbelievable ugliness.. From the first frame of the film, i was repulsed and surpressed my urges to yell at the screen and find this child in real life to kill him and do this world justice.. I souly blame the failure of this film on Misty's face.

Even though the december boys stick together.. the four coming of age stories never quite come together, and make a boring bridged landscape of boys-to-men cliches, including first sexual experiences, romantic disappointments, etc.

December Boys is OK, not great, not death worthy; and as far as coming of age stories are concerned, when a movie tells you that after watching it nothing will ever be the same again, the likelihood is pretty high that everything actually in the film will be exactly the same as what you've seen before.

I give it 2 Dead Misty's/ 5

I seriously want this kid to die..
=P

A Shitty State of Mind

Its 3:53am on the 14th of february 2008. I'm sitting on the toilet and giving a fantastic performance in regaurds to colon excretion, I'm tired, but feel as though I am bursting with ideas..
All that is coming to me are random, puzzle like quips that I can't make any sense of.
I was served with a notice from my landlord today that I have to pay rent otherwise ''legal action will be taken by *insert real estate agents name here*...oooooohhhhh scary. Try me cunts, try me. I JUST got hot water after living a month here, they still havnt fixed my security car park, forcing me to leave my car on the street leaving it susceptable to being broken into..they don't scare me. I mean if they did, do you think I could sit on the toilet and think up words that rhymed with my name? No? Yes? Nah man? Well here they are..
CHRIS:
Piss
Miss
Tisk
List (pushing it, but yeah)
Sis
Dis
Hiss
Kiss
Cist......
..Thank you and goodnight

The day you dont second guess..V-Day; judgement day haha

So lets guess what's on tomorrow..one....two......three......Valentines
day! That's right, the day of all days that's designed to make those who are alone get drunk and have random one night stand sex, and those of us who are in relationships..(like myself) wonder whether our special someone counterpart has anything planned for us..The day of love, the day of reckoning, Le Love Day as the french say, or the retarded french at least.
My boyfriend who shares the same name as me (but is compltely different in appearence :-p) is amazing.. I love him, but when poised the question about what we're doing for valentines day, I didn't really get a response..so that leaves many unanswered questions in my head. Does he not believe in the day (which is just an excuse to feel loved and to have sex, so I can't personally see a negative side to it) or does he not want to celebrate it? Has he had a soured valentines day experience, or does he just not know what to do tomorrow in regards to a grand romantic gesture?
I'd like to think that this is a no pressure situation, but I mean, I would like something, a flower, a letter, no chocolates..I'm laying off those for a while (lol) but anything that just says "chin up kid, I'm here for you because I love you'' and I do feel like that every time I'm with him, but a little something to symbolise that would be amazing..
I have something planned for him, but whether its an object or a destination shall remain unsaid, as he has access to this page and may very well be reading this just after it has been posted..
But for a holiday that has nothing but good intentions, with the promise of ego stroking and practically 90% of the population getting laid (100% if everyone dropped their standards) why is there so my stress as to whether I should celebrate it or not.? I'm not the pushy kind, I don't like to force the person I'm seeing into doing something they don't want to do, I just think that seeing as though its the first year that I've had sombody, it would be nice to celebrate it with that person, too much to ask for? Maybe.. But I guess time will tell..
Is obvious that I sound needy?
MAN am I whipped....I may be whipped by @ least I'm cool WH-hipped.
Hahahahaaa
Peace out kids..

Damn Kids with their....

You know, all my life I've wanted to be better..
And I'm not talking all of this deep and meaningfull superficial crap, where I'd drone on about how I want to make the world a better place, but I've wanted to be a better me..
As a kid, I always wished that I could sing that little bit better, with a bit more range, and a bit more feeling behind my words..maybe if I had that spark I could have been someone famous. And isn't it funny that as children, our parents condition us to believe that we could honest to god do anything with our lives..and I mean anything.. To be the first female president? Why not! To be an acrobat\doctor? For sure!! To be a Ballerina\american gladiator (that was my sisters one)..why that doesn't sound stupid at all!!!
But we would always wonder that no matter how hard we try, why these life dreams would never come true for us..
Right now, I still want to better myself, just so I can be a better person in general. I'm working full time as a credit card debt collector to pay the rent, and I'm still waiting to be the worlds first writter\secret agent SPY!!
Hahahaha damn kids with their playstation boxes and MTV rap music.

Note under the door, what an asshole-ish whore!

So there i was,
laying in bed with the curtains drawn, looking at the particles of dust which danced infront of me and settled on my risen knees..turning to my side and seeing the guy that makes me so happy..
And then it hit me again, that annoying, screech of an alarm. I roll over and look at the time, seeing it was 9am, the blood in my veins began to pulsate and boil to a point i thought i would explode and just be a lifeless pulpy mass, mixed into my shag carpeting.
Reader out there may be thinking that this is an over-reaction to such a small thing as a neighbours morning alarm, however those that know me will realise that an alarm going off at such a ghastly hour as that and for approx 4 hours per day/ every day, weekends included, it will be enough to drive Mrs. Smiles-and-Daisy's into a cranky whore with an unquenchable thirst for blood lust.
I got up, waking Chris1 next to me, and in a sleepy daze he asked me what was happening..
And then i got the perfect idea..I WAS GOING TO WRITE A NOTE!
And i know the readers out there will be grabbing their monitors screaming "NO CHRIS!! NOT A NOTE!!!!! ANYTHING BUT A NOTE!!!" But you better belive i went there..
"To Number 8" Because i live in flat number 7 (for those of you playing at home..)
"Your alarm has a tendency to go off from 9am and run for a few hours..Of course you can understand how annoying that is..Learn to properly switch it off, or unplug it from the wall. I hope to never hear it again."
Polite enough, not really painting the picture of me foaming at the mouth does it?
So this morning i wake up, to the sweet bliss of no alarm, and did my dust watching in peace and quiet..until..i hear a note being pushed underneath MY door, by apartment number 8..it read..
"To number 7, i assume the note was from you..
I am SO sorry for having that happen to you, please if it does happen again to call me on 0407 *** ***..or better yet, why not put a fucking bomb under my apartment you fucking complainer?"

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OHHHHH HELLL NO!!!!! Having never seen this person in my life, i think this has just made life interesting.. Game on bitch.
I just founhd my Neuman