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I of the Beholder

You know what really get’s my bloody boiling? Bloody upitty young women who think the worst of a Man just because for what ever reason they don’t like the look of him.

Perfect exapmle this other day, I was walking alone minding my own Business on my way home from another interview, I noticed a young lass walking toward’s me on the foot path. She was probably a good, oh 30 yard’s away, i hadn’t even had a chance to give my usual chipper greeting when she lowered her face and briskly crossed to the other side of the rod!

Look, now I’m no oil panting, I’ll be blunt and you can even see that for yourself, but it beg’s belief that a young lass could think a dead-set stranger, in Broad daylight and doing nothing but swinging a breifcase on his way home, could intent to dothem harm – just because of his apearence? What of it anyway,  she couldn’t have even have got a good look and my mug from that faraway .

Well I’ve had an absolute Gutful of this kind off sick predjuice- believe it or note this has happened to me before. So bugger her, here ‘s what I figure she was thinking; reality on the left and her twisted perspenctive on the Right (excuse my woe full drawing!)

walkinghome

Anyway, like I said, this is’nt the first time this has hapenned to me and I’ve had it up to Here so, I thought well to Hell with you, you Leftitst bitch, so once she was “safely” (HA!) on the other side   of the strret I yell out:

“Don’t flatter yourslef Toot’s, I would’nt touch yuo with Jeff Clark’s!”

So what does she do? She starts running! Right after I make it prefectly clear I bloody well WAS’NT going to rape her!

Fair dinkum, this World is rooted some time’s.

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You Win Mate

Right, so me old China plate Trevor McDonga 9a nickmane he picked up in pub urinal’s all over the southeasten suburbs if You catch my drift)* has been getting into me to fire up this here old Blog again. and theres’ only so much a nagging Man can take before either letting the fist’s go or just meekly giving in.

Well the Big fella is pretty handy with the mitt’s to, so I’ve wisley chosen the later!

Plenty has changed in my lenghty spell away from theb loggosshpere, especially on the home front where Slim, is for better or Worse a fully fleged Horses Hoof. “Out and proud” he says but insists that I say Gay not Poofter if I have to say anything at all, if you do’nt mind Umpire.

wELL. He’s my son and I love the devil (not in that way!) but says I as long as your living under My roof I’ll call you what ever I want, even late for diner. As I alway’s said, If it walk’s like a Duck it’s probably coped one up the Arse” if you’ll pardon my Francewar.

Its’ taken some getting use to, but blood is blood and all that. As long as he respect’s my wish that he does do any Funny business in my hose, hell alway’s have a home here. Beside’s the bloke his “seeing” is’nt so bad as far as shirtlifter’s go, he even like’s fotty.

The other devlepoment has been I ve given up the Drink – to a great degree, although not with out some lapses. But thats how this thing’s go. Its inabled me to keep up the Job hunt with a but more diligence if not success bit even the Optimist I ca’nt help feeling some thing lies around the corner.

Any way i’M going to have to ease my way back into this here caper but there you go, Trev you persistent Bastard. Fist one down and more to come.

* His got a really big Penus

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