
So, as you know, I have a Blog.
You know this, because you're reading the damn thing.
You come here because you like my writing, and generally hope against hope I'm going to give you a laugh, and that I'm not having one of those soul-crushing 'I hate my ugly face and wish I was dead' days I have every now and then.
Some of you read every post.
And some of you follow every link.
Some of you stopped by because you read about my adventures in Beat, Inpress, The Herald Sun, The Big Country Forum, The Music.com.au, or any number of other rags/sites that have made money/street cred off my radness.
Some of you leave me comments, and some of you are mysterious and slip out secretly after taking what you want.
And some of you are offended.
After this little beauty, it has come to my attention that a few real life friends have taken offense, and some are even scared.
Some actually believe I carry a hammer and some 9 inch nails in my cute little backpack, just so I can "nail your face to your fucking legs".
It's just a saying, it's not the case.
Granted, it's a totally amazing saying, but just a saying nonetheless.
Besides, I have a nailgun.
I don't know if there's something about me that just makes people wanna vote Liberal, or of it's just some crazy accident that so many people that I know and have had great times with, want to put $ first (at least, they think that's what they're doing), and to Hell with the National Conscience (I know we never had one, but it sounded so right at the end of that sentence).
Anyhoo.
This is the part where I should put things straight.
Where I should say, "i was just kidding, man! It was all just hot air, ya know?"
This is the part where I should say "Sorry".
Well, you know what?
If John Howard won't say it to the Aborigines, I ain't sayin' it either. See how that works?
You can all get fucked, simple as that.
If you're offended, you should have thought about that before you handed this country back to the Liberals to rape some more.
And if you think I'm nasty and horrible and mean and cruel, take a look at who's running your country, then get back to me. Comparitive studies turn me on.
It's just like someone punching you in the face (for 3 to 6 years), and then wondering why you're sore at them?
I'm really digging on that "if Howard won't say sorry to them, I ain't sayin' it to you" thing.
Stroke of penius.
(I know how to spell genius, I was being rude).
Speaking of which, here's a great pic of my bloody cock, for all you Liberal voters out there. I'm going to smear it all over your face, especially if you're a guy, and especially if that kind of behaviour would make you upset and question your sexuality.

Smear tactics yo!
For those of you who voted labour, and are having breakfast, I apologise.
Especially if it's sausages and tomato sauce.
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
4 comments:
Good frickin' lord! I had no idea they'd bleed like that! Fercryinoutloud! I have a new respect for men with the Prince Albert. Not that I didn't already admire and enjoy, and advocate that every man should have one. But a newfound level of reverence has overcome me.
New found feelings of reverence often overcome those who witness my penus Mara, just not when it is covered in sauce and shrinking in fear of the massive 10 gauge needles transversing the urethra.
But you're lovely, and I'm making out with you psychicly as we speak.
I wish i knew all this earlier Mookies...I was hanging out with Mick Molloy at 161 about 3 weeks ago! I could have totally hooked you up, and I mean that...cuz can drink, let me tell ya!
geebus! so THATs what you want to make sweet love to me all night with? should i be scared?
i was hanging out with mick molloy on saturday night. he's hooking up with my blonde, hott, 22 year old friend, and keeps flying up from melbizzy to hang out with her.
see you on the weekend sweetcheeks!
Love Rox
oxox
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