Some people call me crazy.
I prefer the term, happy with a twist.
When I read your post, all I could think of was the Roomba kitty video...'cept it wasn't the kitty on the roomba :-)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVN00zrZaSo&feature=relatedheh.
Sorry to be up so late I've been pondering whether big-mouth cazzie's fancy man is her better half or her bottom half, I've decided he's her arse half, the fucking GOOSE!
Been raining all night. No market today...Gorgeous birdies with straightened teeth. ha ha. Camberwell girls, superbly educated, stunning appearance: bred like racehorses. Well I'll make a bet, put it on the favourite, wager the lot for one night's investigation. But mind you, they're all mothers now, that were girls in the eighties, amused by RH thievery. But no wiser, don't you worry, and no less interested in a bit on the side. Meanwhile I'm owning up, telling everything, the entire rotten truth! And suddenly it's raining like crazy. Boy this is bad. And I'm laughing, telling the truth. I've started.-Robert.On topic.
Phortim.What a funny word
"RH", let's hear about your daily activism to make the world a better place. What have you been doing about injustice and class prejudice? Let's hear about your submissions to government, your fundraising for the local shelter, your volunteering for the Smith family...but no. Poking about on the internet and spreading your poison one drip at a time, abusing others, is what gets you going. Let's hope Santa brings you some effective new medication.
..and you'll need another lie down Witchy, after all that flim-flam from rh.
oooooh yes I must get out and fundraise, get the suckers a feed or they might actually RIOT. Wake up you shifty anonymous pimp, find something new to say you tired clich-ridden mealy-mouth I've never been on antipsychotic medication but have actually been employed by your dishrag government to treat the 'mentally ill' who've broken down under the stress of your rotten filthy society. Spivarse!
What have you done about injustice and class prejudice except prop it up by coming on here denying there's class prejudice at all you milksop, and calling a fifteen year-old gunned down by your capitalist dog system a SKANK and piece of SCUM when his employer of twelve months describes him as a happy kid and damn good worker. Bastard!If you can talk so can I you cowardly little cunt and in a forum that allows it because this woman has lost a son herself and like me lives with dignity in a shitty little society full of crocodile tears: Liars. Users. Hypocrites.
Antikva, I've heard of Roomba kitty but I stay away from youtube, especially with dial-up internet. At least I've made a start which is always the hardest part.Rh, Cazzie's better half knew the 15 year old and we didn't. He's right though, I haven't seen one photograph of him at his real age, only the young angelic ones.I stay away from the topic of the day until all the facts are known.Anonymous, Rh makes the world a better place by not having a blog and staying off the streets at night. Isn't that right Robbert?Lad, my mother could take Rh with one hand tied behind her back. In the crazy stakes, he's a novice.Rh, let me know when you've turned up any information on the hate group he was supposed to be associated with.
You're right to be scared.
ha ha ha. Well that wasn't meant for you Miss J, that comment. cazzie's bottom half is a vile little squawker terrified of have- nots. A nothing, a non entity. They've more to fear from me sitting at the Werribee Long Table than being out on the streets.
Thanks Miss J.At your service. Always.-Robert H.
Oh, ummm, backs out warily.....
Rh, a very long comment thread about this at LP with links to the boy's MySpace page which you might be interested in.River, very distressing for police to have to shoot anyone including those who want to suicide by police which happens more than we care to know.
Thanks, but I'm finished with the little school-kid debating class at LoonyPop. Not even Bahnisch himself wouldn't know if the caretaker was fucking him.Struggling youth, uneducated -flat broke, of which I was one, and jailed for it not so long ago, only need to see the vile semi-literate comment from cazzie's lower half on that homosexual blog to know how much they are feared. And hated. And by whom. This rotten disgraceful libellous comment was let stand, while mine opposing it were deleted. How's that.Well I'd like the boy's relatives to see it and take action -not only against the scum who put it there, but also the scum who proudly allow it to remain.Because there'd be action from me, by golly, you fucken believe it!
I've just mopped the kitchen floor (first time in five months) then left dirty footprints in the wet so that it needs mopping again. Will get back to it some time around May 2009.(Hoovering the hallway would be a major achievement in my house, if it was a house and had a hallway.)
If you're really a harlot how come I've never heard of you, I've met all the others.
It's "Harlot" with a silent t.
Oh goody, I'm Robert with a silent t.-Stolen many a heart.ha ha ha.-Plus a bit of property. Proudhon said property is theft, did you know that? Divorced men say the same about marriage.
I'm starting tomorrow. I like to relax for a long long time and then jam everything into a few frenzied minutes at the end of the day/week/month/year.
Baron, the secret to a kitchen floor is cork tiles, you never see the dirt until you wash it and it's all in the water. Still it's nice to be mopping your own floor, isn't it? Shame it's an upstairs flat or I could call you Landbaron.The way I read the comment was that he personally knew the boy in real life not from a newspaper article and, like the rest of Melbourne, was voicing an opinion.
'Robert with a silent t', Rh, there is nothing that's silent about you.Caroline, cleaning up is such a momentous occasion I mark the date in my diary and very sobering to read how long ago this or that was done. It is just so frustrating that you get it all nice and clean and it gets itself dirty again in no time.
Oh dear. I'll just remove my foot in mouth re the dialup. sorry. and just say that I hate housework for that exact reason. You clean it and it never stays that way *sigh* I'm impressed you got that far, I look at the vacuum and that's as far as I get so you're ahead of me!:-)
Well at least I moved it from the lounge to the hall which is heading towards the bedroom. The problem there is that the winter shoes haven't been put away because it's still winter and the summer shoes are out so the floor is littered with shoe bags. My covered hat boxes look nice so just focus on them and ignore the mess.
'Robert with a silent t', Rh, there is nothing that's silent about you.In the same way there's nothing silent about a never-ending fart.
Hey you ol' granny fucker, we recognise the Grade 3 humour. You're about as anonymous as my cock when I flopped it out last night to thrill the fairies in Brooklyn Caravan Park.
I picked up a pommy slut yesterday in Nicholson Street, she'd just hocked some queer's shoe collection, so there we are in Footscray Mall, sitting outside a goat meat cafe in the fucking Sudan and she says to me are you Lawrence of Arabia? no I says I'm Alice in Wonderland.
I'm making it number thirty because I like round figures -but not the figure on that flea-bitten moll running the illegal brothel in Holden Street with dead pot plants on the front veranda and dead rats inside, and coming out into the street with her old trollop of a mother both of them in dressing gowns to abuse poor bastard neighbours whose only crime is to be on the dole.
My kinda town.
I really must adjust these glasses. I thought for a moment Robbert was frilling the fairies, gave me quite a turn until I re-read it.
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