June 25, 2009
The owner of our local gym is an awesome bloke, but I find it strange that he seems to be working at every given hour of the day. He’s more dedicated to his job than Natalie Bassingthwaite is to hypnotising the nation via TV with her crazy eyes. If I rock up to the gym [...]
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March 31, 1999
Lately a girl at my work has been gibbering excitedly about the coming of the end of the world. She apparently quite thoroughly believes in Nostradamus’ predictions, and alledgedly the world is going to end on the 29th of May or something. I think that’s a Saturday. (Wouldn’t it be apt if the world ended [...]
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