17 June 2005

News Flash

Grumpy is being paid to write a web site. But I'm not allowed to link to it here. "I don't want my private life & working life getting all mixed up," he said.

Go get 'em, party boy.

Anyway, if you know me, you can email me and I'll send you the link.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Friday? How can it be Friday when it's Thursday? It's Thursday! Not yet Friday! One planet. One day. Or call me a crikey footer.

Anonymous said...

Me wants an accent. :o(

hazelblackberry said...

You don't need an accent; you are funny in your own accent.

Quirkie said...

Just spotted the lunch comment 'midst the spider talk. Yes, old stick, must do.

And hello over here CB! Do you mean a crikey poofter? Because you're probably not one, you know, judging by your facination with the lovely cycling redhead ;)
http://www.carlabeth.com/archives/2005/06/full_monty_on_e.htm

Anonymous said...

I think I meant a crikey poofter, although I could have sworn it was footer. Maybe i just missed the P and scrambled the letters. What does crikey poofter mean anyway? If it means one who doesn't swing with the boys, then that's not me! The trouble I get myself into sometimes. :o)

Quirkie said...

"Crikey" - an exclamation of surprise, as in "Crikey, what a big crocodile"; an onomatopeic word referring to the sound an Australian galah makes when unintentionally dislodged from its nest by a falling marsupial drop bear.

"Poofter" - a colloquial term for a (usu.) male person who enjoys shopping with his mother, cleans his fingernails obsessively and laughs like a girl.

"Crikey poofter" - a newly introduced American (US) term still undergoing clarification.

hazelblackberry said...

Cockroaches only have 6 legs and are therefore totally asseptable.

My father refuses to do anything about creepy spiders on my behalf. He just shakes his head in disbelief.

Grump Les Tiltskin said...

StrewthCrikey

There's somethin' spine chillin' re checkin' the linen each January evenin' to make sure it don't creep.
Or in stories oft' told of aquatic eight-leggers who lurk in pool filters or sprawl in the deep.

Don't go trampin' 'round Belrose, Crows Nest or Taronga unless you've got anti-fang boots and long sleeves.
Its saline vanine's sure to turn your gills green ere its male mate beside you it eats, roots and leaves.

hazelblackberry said...

Very clever, SuuuuuperFreo(!). However, in the case of the wretched funnel web, the male is the more deadly of the two. The little bastard.

Grump Les Tiltskin said...

Bloody funnelwebs. Not content with being the most poisonous spider in the known universe, they gotta change the very nature of what it means to be a spider as well. Next you'll be telling me they have TEN legs, and spin scary yarns.