Cranial Vomit

Just a few minutes ago, an eMail dropped into my Sidekick, awakening me.

When I got up, the yogurt which earlier I rested on my naked manly chest tipped over, covering my lap in delicious creamery Brownes strawberry yogurt. I had fallen asleep whilst watching Family Guy and feasting on foodstuffs I had recently plundered from the local Woolworths.

And by plunder, I mean purchased.

And by Woolworths, I mean Coles.

As I finished off the rest of my strawberry crotchgurt, I grabbed my Sidekick again and scrolled through the messages.. A Bunch of Myspace friend requests, 1 spam eMail about buying Viagra, a reminder that the next Perth flashmob will be on the 3rd of Feb (I’ve got a bit of insider info - it’s gonna be awesome!) and finally an eMail from 25peeps.com.

Subject: You’re on 25peeps.com!

Well, fancy that..

I logged on, lo and behold - there I was on the front page of the prestigious site.

Ain’t that just swell.

Widdle ol’ me…

Shucks.

Ah well, thought I’d share with you all my fame and glory, as I all know you want to get a hold of grum’s gloryhole..

what exactly IS a gloryhole?

Oh…. wait…. I just figured it out.

I guess not that many of you really do want to get hold of it afterall… I mean, its not like half of Perth already has…

G

PS. Support me being me and go to 25peeps.com, look at me on the front page then go off and do something interesting like knit a cashew sweater. They’re really hard to make cos them cashews don’t have arms.