Picture the setting: I'm sitting on Liz's back deck with Liz, James and Liz's parents, after having finished a barbecue dinner. We're all lounging back on our comfy chairs, sipping our drinks and chatting.
Liz: We cooked dinner, so you have to wash up.
Me: Yeh, James, you have to wash up.
Liz: Not him, he helped us cook. Mum and Dad have to wash up.
Me: How did James help us cook?
Liz: He provided a male presence.
Me: Oi. What am I then? I'm a mAAARGH THERE'S A BUG ON ME! ARGH IT'S IN MY PANTS.
Little bastard christmas beetle. It could not have chosen a more inopportune time to land on me. I hope I gave him a heart attack.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Affirming my masculinity
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at least the christmas beetles have the colours of the rainbow flag!!
um is there a double meaning to the bug in your pants?
becasue um er I thought you were a boy?
Sorry...but I'm laughing Dan! Bugs eh? Hehe...hope you're doing well mate! :)
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LMFAO!
you big wimp!
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