I mean seriously, a brotha should know when to lay the shovel aside and just stop digging . How many more periods of this brand of idiocy should the masses have to suffer? Has he not done enough already to get
himself a serious beat down? This would be on par with another kid being found in Michael’s bed. Or yet another middle class white kid disappearing from some villa in Portugal.
Over-share. We love to do it, don’t we? Especially after a nice afternoon spent watching New Zealand post a rugby century, and life is rosy, the place is humming and waitrons are getting prettier by the minute.
There’s never a lack of drama around me, that’s a fact. Take last weekend – mooi dramatic.
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.
So it’s finally come to light that, without warning or prior notice, DSTV viewers in Zimbabwe will only be able to watch 1 live English Premiership football match a day.
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.
I just quit Facebook, and social networking websites in general. There’s really no need for them as far I’m concerned.
Koos: “Alright okes, we really need to come up with this new Springbok kit for our laaitjies going to France, ey!”
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.
…I had a couple of beers. I know it’s no excuse, but it has been a rough couple of days. Over the 5 weeks I’ve…
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.