It’s Saturday night here in Eastern Aus, and I’m off to my local rubbitty…the Newry for a pot or two of V.B. The juke box will be playing some godawful loud music, and the regular punters will be pissed…(that has a different connotation here ya know).
Anyway, what are you lot up to??
Just finished one of our showings of The Diary Of Anne Frank, where I, playing a Nazi, threw Anne to the ground and spat on her, held a gun to Otto, Edith, and Margot, and patted down Mr. van Daan to see if he was packing heat (he wasn’t). Then I went to Wendy’s, got some cheap food, and came home.
Party time in SPOOFEland, I tells ya.
Bring yer party to the Newry Spoofe! See ya there!
Just sitting here in front of the Dope, tossing up whether or not to go to the club for a schooner or two of Tooheys Old (note New South Welsh decently sized beer glass and drinkable beer 
).
Friday night here in boring USA. I’ve been roleplaying in AOL’s free-form gaming forum for TWELVE HOURS STRAIGHT. I think I’m an addict, sheesh. I’ll probably do the same thing tomorrow. 
Friday night in Memphis, Tennessee. I got off work at the newspaper at 1:30, went and had a few AMERICAN beers at the P&H Cafe (http://www.pandhcafe.com), and came home to write some drunken, ill-advised e-mails. A good life, I suppose.
Reading stuff off the Internet, waiting to get tired enough to sleep. Like most nights.
But I ain’t tellin’ you what else I’m reading off the information superhighway. Gotta have some secrets. 
OK, TLD, since when has Tooheys Old been a drinkable beer?
And why is your stuff so secret IceWolf?? Is there something you’re not telling us…apart from what you’re not telling us? C’mon, give us the dope Ice…I’m hanging out here!
And Jackelope…what makes an American beer a beer?
For Ra’Cha’ar…there’s a twelve step program right near you!
I am here now to apologise for the inanity of my previous posts. I had a friend who was not familiar with ‘message boards’ and he wanted to know how they worked. I couldn’t think of anything more intelligent at the time…
Sorry all!!
Saturday noon here. yawn Just came out of bed. Having a large espresso to clear my onion.
Maybe the colour?
Heh. Heh. Heh.
Na-a-a-ah …
IceWolf, the Spanish Inquisition will be arriving on your doorstep in… …
hang on, you’re not meant to EXPECT the Spanish Inquisiton, so I’m not gonna tell you when they will arrive!
But can you give us the goss anyway.
C’mon,
PLEEZE
Pretty Please with Sugar on the Top
Knees bended
Damn
Remind me next time I need a secret kept to secure it with you OK?
kambuckta, we’ll talk when I get t’ meet ya some day, 'kay?
Till then, it’s back to … well, one mustn’t exactly say, must one?
Well, all kambuckta can say is… BUGGER,
as she threatens to storm off to bed in a huff.
Ahhh, but I can wait!
NO I CAN’T!
This is worse than waiting for Santa to arrive IceWolf!
One day, in some way, I’LL GET YOU BACK for this!!
G’night