Belle de Jour

Belle de Jour

Pussy Ranch

Pussy Ranch: "vagina with the soothing scent of gingerbread and myrrh! Warning: May cause blistering "

Men are from Bars

Believe it. Didn't stop drinking for four days straight. Like jigga said:

      "out hustling, same clothes for days, we never change"

Will try to slow down, someday..hopefully.

Gawker Blog

Gawker

Good reading, described as

"living in N.Y.C, without paying rent"

Where does it all go?

Two days, three bars, and a couple of trips to Bimbo's later, and I'm out R 900.
This booze thing is getting way too out of control.
To top it all off, somewhere between Friday and Sunday I had agreed to have a Christmas lunch with the twin and foreigner. Sounds way too much like a double date to me.

The Kids are back.

Hooked up with lil' Miss Teen and Co. again on friday. As always thet're good for a laugh. Ms J looks ready to go down, DSL in full check.
Wonder when we'll start hating each other again...soon I suspect.

Sneaky Phone Jack!

Got caught by a sneak move this morning. Contrary my own rules, I answered a phone call this morning, to find a colleague on the other end. Two seconds later the phone is handed over to the el. capitaine, who asks when I would be in at work.
Seeing as how I had just woken up, not had a shower yet,and live 20 minutes from work...I politely said "ten minutes". Not bloody Likely.

Damn sneaky tactics, I say.

Dating Design Patterns: The Suppressed Research

Found a funny as all heck site:
Dating Design Patterns: The Suppressed Research


This could launch a whole new set of patterns books, aka:
- Office Party design patterns
- Managing your wife design patterns, or
- Raising a child without bitch-slapping it at puberty

The Gang should look into this!

Tim and Tommy's

As a note for the prev. post, I ended up buying new clothes, not wearing them that night, and actually made it into the club with my Tims and Tommy's. ;-)

A mile in her shoes

Over the weekend I experienced what a woman must feel about dressing. I was invited to an upmarket joint for a birthday bash, unfortunately my wardrobe told me that I had no chance in hell making it beyond the big red ropes.
Two hours of trying every combination allowable, I decided that I would need a new outfit for the night.

- A new outfit just for one night that I would probably never wear again.

Sounds like every sitcom "woman getting ready for a date" cliche in the book.

Welcome, and don't leave yet!

Well, well, well. Another person has joined the blogging craze.
I guess we'll have to wait and see if Moabi will stick it out, or follow his usual design pattern of start it -> forget about it -> drink a beer.

____watch this space____