This cartoon had me LOLing and ROTFLing all morning.
Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.
Ah, the simple life. I admit I’ve been rather apprehensive regarding my new-found status as a single man in Harare. Being with one person so long, and never having to go through all that bullshit, has led me to view the ‘scene’ with some trepidation.
Ooh, damn. The long weekend people, and it’s only ‘Saturday’! This one’s been harder than most, to be honest, cos I gots lots of shit goin’ on in every aspect of my life. Everything from job, love, location and across the whole spectrum is in a state of flux. And I’m not loving the upheaval, not a bit.
Did you read the one where Joe Black was too happy to complain? We had a Gratefulness Fest for such things as Cyanide & Happiness, the Russian sausage and MJB da MVP. Particularly fascinating was JB’s gratefulness for a loving girlfriend. It’s always nice to know someone ain’t tired of your crap. For then.
The two lovely ladies who took me for lunch, cos we went down to Strathaven for some sadza on Saturday afternoon. There’s nothing better than that mix of chicken, knuckle and pork bones to make you feel alive. And sleepy. I’m such a lucky bastard.
It’s been a strange week, ladies and gentle-folk. For the first time in a long time, I actually have nothing to complain about!
It’s amazing what a little change can do. Like, since I got my locks back, albeit baby locks for now, it’s amazing how much play…
Talk of music from back in the day made me realise that my spring chicken status is fast becoming an off layer status (without having laid; being laid doesn’t count). I have eaten many Christmases. This prompted a quick trip down the memory lane of my misspent youth. Don’t regret a minute of it though.
In light of the recent price increases and promise I made to someone very important to me, I have decided to go frozen chicken.
Let me get this clear from the start – I agree about the song sucking, and the video is pretty ordinary. Lax production values, lyrics are dumb, ass sells records etc. Right, disclaimer done.
So isn’t we went to the Coca-Cola DJ Party at HIFA last night.