* So, the boys at work were just lovin themselves on my blog last week. I've created a monster. They keep trying to up the ante with the insults, and are getting very creative. They always make sure I'm within earshot, and look at me like, " Well, did you hear THAT one?" Bloody famewhores.
So Tobias wins this week for this comment to Adrian, who had asked for some advice on a project.
" Here's a few tips for you. Wipe front to back, don't smell your fingers in public, and wipe the jizz off your dad's back when you're done. It's the polite thing to do".
Whaaaaaat? There is just so much wrongness in that statement. I don't know where to begin.
Moving right along.

*Blog I'm stalking this week is a brand newie, and shaping up as one of the funniest Aussie blogs around. I'm referring of course to, I Said You Look Like A Frog. Original Mel is the author and she is piss funny. I stalked her from some funny comments she's left around the place and was delighted to find that her blog is just as good. Go check her. She's a great read.
From the blogroll, I really liked the debate sparked on Sweatergirl's blog, about the fashion industries use of larger girls on the catwalk. Most agree it was just a publicity stunt, but it raises some interesting questions about what we, the buyers of said fashion, want to see on the catwalk an in the fashion pages.

*I hate MSN. No good can come from online chat. It's a fucking abomination. I rarely use it and the only reason I have it at all is for hotmail alerts. I feel bad when people add me because I don't have the heart to block anyone. I mostly remain offline or don't sign in at all. It's too distracting.
No offence to anyone on my list but I'm just not a "chatty" person. I have to be stoned or drunk to get into it, and that's not the best recipe for an online chat.
I also hate how hard it is to convey tone in a chat. Emoticons shit me to tears, especially that one with the sticking out tongue. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I pant like a dog? Yep, that's something I want people to think I do.

*Does anyone know what the hell happened to Nelly Futardo? Bitch has gone all hip-hop. Why would she do that? She can actually sing and write music. Is she doing a Jewel on us? If so, why? Clearly going hip hop worked wonders for Jewels career. NOT!

*I went to a preview screening of Little Miss Sunshine last week, and I have to say, it is easily the best movie I've seen all year. Granted I have absolutely cuntish taste in all things music/TV/movie related, but everyone else who watched it laughed their arses off too, and there were movie reviewers in there! So. Go see it. Toni Collette is brilliant as always, as is Steve Carrell, and the grandfather, played by Alan Arkin is just a scream.

* A friend of mine had a one night stand with a fairly prominent NRL football player last week. By all accounts he was a dud root*. It was all over before she'd even taken her knickers off. That's right. He shot his load all over her Tsubi jeans! I hope she sent him the cleaning bill.
It brought back memories of the worst shag I ever had. The guy FELL ASLEEP, whilst I was riding him. How rude! I didn't care at the time, I kept going till I was satisfied, then pissed off and left him laying on the floor of his share house with a semi. .
The drunken debate this week is, what constitutes bad sex? Or What was the worst shag you ever had?
Don't be shy. Spill or die!!

*Dud root- A bad lay a shonky shag. Someone who couldn't fuck to save themselves.

**NEWSFLASH**
Mr and Mrs Bevis are the proud new parents of a bouncing baby boy! You have to go and read the post. It made me howl like a mad woman! I want a babbbyyyyyyyyy!!!!
Congratulations Bevis and family. I'm so happy for you all. :)