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Re: Whatever, Let's Have A Goddamn Blog Thread, But Try And Keep It Reasonable, pt B

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ViolentDove:

--- Quote from: Lunchbox on 21 Dec 2008, 19:32 ---I will be looking for a room/apartment in a month or so? Also I have a cat? Sorry. That's not much help, is it?
If you need any help though, Nick, I am not doing anything for two weeks so I can give you a hand with anything you need. Because we need to hang out more. We need to hang out.

--- End quote ---

Thanks Lunchy, I guess just mention it to anyone who says they're looking for a place? I had a Serious Talk with my housemate and he agreed that it was a shitty time and said he'd pay rent for an extra week if it'd help us out, so it might not be so bad. Also, I'm totally up for hanging out... maybe sometime after Christmas/New Years shennanigans.

Gilead:

--- Quote from: PantsFTW on 21 Dec 2008, 23:33 ---Explain yourself to us Gilead.
But do it with pictures. Thats why we love you.

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I have actually drawn a comic about it, but I cannot scan it in until I am back in Newcastle (p.s. anyone who likes my comics enough to care I am starting a comic blog soon).

The story though is that I was hanging out in this pub in Melbourne with some dudes I know when a guy comes up to me and says 'Hey mate, that guy was just going through your bag' and points to a dude who'd just left the pub. My friend Dane leaps up (Dane is huge by the way, in a body builder sense, he could probably break me with one arm) and cries 'I'll get the fucker!' and runs out, me and Louie walk out casually after him and I start checking my bag, in there I had an mp3 player, a phone, a cardholder filled with money, id, eftpos and credit cards and my medicare card and plenty of loose cash. What the guy actually stole was my old wallet that I hadn't got around to throwing away yet, which contained a business card for a tailor's in Newcastle. So Dane catches up to the dumb fuck, who decides that it's a good idea to get in Dane's face with all 5 feet of his skinny as a rail bulk. Me and Louie catch up to Dane just as the dude is getting ready to throw a punch, and he looks at us and bolts. It was fucking hilarious as all hell.

Thomas Edison:
Dear Blog Thread,

Where are my socks?

Seriously, it's not funny anymore guys.

I need to go, y'know, out.

Caleb:
Go To The Doctor.

Wire hanging out of your nose that may or may not be attached somehow to your brain is grounds to go to the Doctor.

I don't think cutting off the bit that is sticking out and trying not to think about it is a very good idea in any scenario.

Metope:
Relax Tommy, it probably just means it's time to trim those nose hairs.

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