Crap
While many of you are all sad and shit over the death of that crocodile guy, tonight I will be having a few drinks in honour of Bernadette, one of the two other youth workers down at LYP, who died last week.
*cheers*
*glug*
*glugglugglug*
*pass out*
5 comments:
You pass out after two drinks? What a cheap date you must be!
Got plans for Saturday night?
actually, from the glug-glugglugglug, it must be one drink, and then a triple one.
So you have to pay up for a total of four in-expensive english drinks
Or, he could have take four glugs just to empty one beer and then passed out because he is a total light weight. So maybe for the price of one drink I can get me some Foss action.
It's definitely a possibility.
Just don't feed him anything sharp or pointy.
I watched Crocodile Hunter: Collision Course the other night. It's Steve Irwin's film.
It's very funneh, but at the same time, it made me think "Crikey! It's amazing ee's lasted that long!"
At the same time I felt sad. This is very unusual, because I normally don't really care. I'll distance myself from the whole business, and crack a joke to make me feel better. Other times I really don't care at all, like when the Queen Mother died.
I love to have a joke at people's expenses, but at the end of the day, you've gotta salute that guy, he sure had some balls. I mean pulling a 20cm barb from your heart just before his death shows what sort of man he is. I wish when I go, it's with half as hardcore as Steve Irwin.
I had a point, but now I've forgotten what is was. I don't think it was about Steve Irwin. It was probably about Mr T again. Damn him and his milk.
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