tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post4998836357582571785..comments2024-03-10T00:38:42.248+11:00Comments on CopperWitch: MY MIND IS GOING BY JET PLANE, TRAIN, BUS, ANYTHING THAT WILL TRAVELJahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-24976283665315717602009-05-18T19:22:00.000+10:002009-05-18T19:22:00.000+10:00Mein Gott...what planet did this all happen on...j...Mein Gott...what planet did this all happen on...jesusMiddle Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09962830669606760640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-50640717803446110992009-05-15T15:48:00.000+10:002009-05-15T15:48:00.000+10:00Public-housing tenants in Williamstown's high rise...Public-housing tenants in Williamstown's high rise have lesser facilities but a better view than toffs living in those shit stick high rises along smog-choked St Kilda Road.<br /><br />How amusing.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-27307150971803584862009-05-15T13:19:00.000+10:002009-05-15T13:19:00.000+10:00Jayne, my mother doesn't 'get' science fiction. Sh...Jayne, my mother doesn't 'get' science fiction. She's seeing spiders now but then so am I. I have a colony of 3 tiny ones in the lamp near the computer. If they get any bigger, they're fried.<br /><br />Duckie, I'd say the cat was racing her back to the duckdown doona.<br /><br />Robbert, Why do you do this to yourself? You'd be better off playing with tigers because eventually we women will kill you.<br />You must have been very insulting, the Baron is usually tolerant of bad manners, up to a point.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-55276096812871135562009-05-15T11:03:00.000+10:002009-05-15T11:03:00.000+10:00"o'dyne" and "jayne" call people like me shit sayi..."o'dyne" and "jayne" call people like me shit saying I don't deserve the oxygen I breathe but I'll be breathing when your forgotten graves are under a freeway, a shopping centre, or a fucking high rise block of flats.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-39071909350683476092009-05-15T09:59:00.000+10:002009-05-15T09:59:00.000+10:00I don't mind and don't care but I've just been del...I don't mind and don't care but I've just been deleted -for making an indelicate comment about women- by a woman who calls herself a Harlot.<br /><br />Terribly funny.<br /><br />Really.<br /><br />It reminds me of a time at 79 Grey Street when a bloke I was with called a prostitute (with a broken arm in plaster) a moll and she chased us all the way down to Fitzroy Street.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-6990461080807172842009-05-15T06:03:00.000+10:002009-05-15T06:03:00.000+10:00Hi. My name is Liberace. I wish George was here.
M...Hi. My name is Liberace. I wish George was here.<br />Mother is at home, cutting eyeholes in pillowcases. She wears them on her head when she goes out.<br />I had a road accident last week. I was angry, I said: "I'll sue you for one million dollars." He said: "A million arseholes, you will!" I said, "Oh, alrighty, but let's keep it confidential."<br /><br />Tee hee hee. <br /><br />-Liberace.<br />(RH is vulgar. A vulgar ma-a-a-a-n)Liberacenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-12924750643714232352009-05-14T10:39:00.000+10:002009-05-14T10:39:00.000+10:00"She only made it back to bed by following the whi..."She only made it back to bed by following the white patch on the cat."<br /><br />Rescue cat! What a smart kitty. I hope it was thanked.Ampersand Duckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12245377686193859488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-2369131799209128972009-05-14T08:15:00.000+10:002009-05-14T08:15:00.000+10:00It's all wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey...too much Do...It's all wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey...too much Doctor Who for your mother, J ;)Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13887495757366973130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-47774839474282365552009-05-13T20:54:00.000+10:002009-05-13T20:54:00.000+10:00Heh, I should have my nanna nap before I read this...Heh, I should have my nanna nap before I read this stuff, obviously.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-47924865954708439652009-05-13T19:40:00.000+10:002009-05-13T19:40:00.000+10:00River, you're reading this at a reasonable hour, t...River, you're reading this at a reasonable hour, try working it out at 8 a.m. I'm still trying to work out the egg since it was already cooked, not in a shell and as far as I know, it's what she had for tea on Monday night. Egg and asparagus mornay and it looked very nice and the egg was chopped up, in sauce with the asparagus.<br /><br />Annie O, she is living in an alternate Universe where everything she says makes sense. I still can't figure out the cat though, since the white bit is on the front so the cat must have been walking backwards. Surreal.<br /><br />Fleetwood, the cat refuses to have a litter box, it prefers the great outdoors. In the way of all cats, she's sussed out the duckdown doona already and loves it.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-82879879591423533102009-05-13T19:06:00.000+10:002009-05-13T19:06:00.000+10:00"She only made it back to bed by following the whi..."She only made it back to bed by following the white patch on the cat."<br /><br /><B>That's why she sleeps in the litter tray nowadays then.</B>Brian Hugheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00350965110160879688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-77918842873618014592009-05-13T16:27:00.000+10:002009-05-13T16:27:00.000+10:00River - Mother is operating totally in a 'reality'...River - Mother is operating totally in a 'reality' that is exclusively hers.<br />We are pleased to hear she cannot figure out how to turn on a lightswitch, because it means we are closer to the day when she forgets how to ring the Complaints Dept.Ann ODynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01159263330547329077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-49343713571941241162009-05-13T15:13:00.000+10:002009-05-13T15:13:00.000+10:00Huh? What? 3am. 8pm. Exploding eggs and no lights....Huh? What? 3am. 8pm. Exploding eggs and no lights. Glow in the dark cat. I'm confused.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.com