Bed-Sitting Rooms

Donald got a bed-sit room/apt, but apparently Janes has never heard of this phenomenon.

So, my question is: Janes, sure did your parents not constantly hassle you about getting a bed-sitting apartment the moment you mentioned you needed a place to live? I mean, I can't believe that wasn't
Bev's first suggestion the second you were up in the HVGB (heevie-jeebie).

I know for a fact Suzanne was like Leith and fond of bringing it up at least once every six months. Tell me this isn't well known!

And the most amazing thing is that every time this subject was breached, I complained that there was no longer such a thing as a "bed-sit." And there, Donald goes and finds one. This can't be true.

From Toolie to ... where?

Yo, drop your pants Quinton and listen up! Just back from crazed Bukkak' times in Toronto.

Back when we were in Australia, the best we could hope for was to be labelled "toolie":


"Popular Schoolies venues are often attended by people well past school age, labelled by the media as toolies. The word is derived from the notation "too old for Schoolies" and also the slang expression "tool", which is synonymous with "wanker." Toolies are associated with the targeting of drunk teenagers for sex, and are also frequently involved in any disturbances that take place during the celebrations. Because of this, toolies are a major topic of media scrutiny during Schoolies week. Toolies also refers to early school leavers who are in apprenticeship training but join in the Schoolies celebrations."


But not in the States, where I am legitimately on Spring Break! Spring Break is the best. It's better than that time when Janes lived with the divrocee in Corner Brook. Almost as good as Matthew's night of unfulfilled butt-touching. Not as good as watching the Watchmen though.

I tell you, watching the Watchmen was great! Not sure how they roll back home, but in Toronto the Watchmen was on imax; the food was whoppers with cheese and POUTINE!!

But, in other news, we're moving! But I'll let Jill fill everyone in!

And to conclude, a little Frank and Ernest:

DISASTER!

Summary of Title: Disaster!

For those of you who haven't read the title or first line of this post, there's been a disaster!! The disaster is as follows: (move eyes down to the next line)

Disaster: The 2008 Yule Goat burnt down at Luke's house.

Conclusion: Like the worthless Swedish villagers we imitate, we failed to protect our goat. As a point of fact, we actively incited the fire through the ignition of an incendiary material: fatty oils skimmed off the quintanas's tortilla vats (or some such).

Further comments: We did a bonny job of building a well-endowed snow man. "Drop your pants quinton!" (see tab)

Truth flying at-choo

what up, what up!





Just received the hud shirts-- thanks to you Luke! All is as it should be size and font wize. My only complaint is that it isn't sicker-! Just joshing, sucker, it's not unsick.

In other knews, I have a new job, involving the naked male form. In fact, it involves naked males-- naked men to be precise. The job is the following: I am now a disability support worker, which is to say I attend classes with disabled students and take notes, help them walk, or otherwise facilitate their studies. (Long time admirers will note that I've finally been given the dream job of my teen years: being paid to read. This is because during their classes, normally I just sit there reading.) As it happens, one of the students is an artist and her studies involve LIFE DRAWING, which revolves around the strange concept of sitting about as a male nude model poses in highly revealing poses.

Yessir, that's the news, that's the news alright!

Thanks for shirts luke!

Ps just watching Nip/Tuck, which features the comment: "Drop your pants, Quinton"