poker clowns - unlikely web

just got on the train for town. the platform at w'town was full of jokers on mobiles telling their mates how awesomely they'd done at what appears to be a state finals. presumably they consider their friends too stupid to note that the finals go until the 14th, making it highly unlikely they were, in fact, particularly successful. One would think.



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today

I'm blogging with the ODB.

today

where's the riga motherfucker. Bugo called me a douche. What the fuck? Call that rigour? Nao. I don't. R U 486? More like fuck you 486! Also, D'ooley, cheump-merchant that he is, is cheumping RIGHT out. He's at a wedding with his mom and therefore refuses to bring sufficient ruckusness. But the worst disappointment of all, was Mark "I'm a douchetard" "Fuck You" Havryliv's failure to aarc up so, I ask you again - where's the riga in a proxy setting kicking fucktard Adam's cheumpford attitude to religiosity and shithouse neurological art?

Cheump out.

today - underbelly panel with an extra dose of RIGA

the panel just commenced. here we go, cheaumps!
regards the first case study; I think I brought the ruckus on nailing the argument for it not being art.
just busted out xenakis!
adam and hugo just started yelling over the top of each other.

fuck you, broken fanbelt

RIGA. listening to this morning's AM having downloaded it nary seconds after being almost killed by the hammer's poor driving. the download was hugely fast interrupted only by further crap driving. the windscreen wipers only work if he beeps the horn, but the horn doesn't work. Which is a shame, as the hammer could well yell the water off the windscreen if he had access to his trusty horn.

now I need to draft an agenda for the drive from wollongong to sydney for the capa meeting.

...for ounce

yeah baib'ei, such a rigorous middle-man. my german-speaking girlfriend is speaking to her german husband in german trying to procure weed for my german-speaking friend who is coming down for the evening. i'm controlling it all with my mind.
update:
just sorted 19.2297 Franklins of chronic.