I didn't post anything at all yesterday. Isn't that terrible. Actually, it's not that terrible. Stop crying you fool, there's people out there dying and shit and all you can do is cry because I was too busy to tell you about my new Royal Crown Review schtuff (I got a sticker too, but it's not on the damn site). You should be worried about other things despite RCR rocking well hard and me being there with Danny, Lyds and my kickass parents.

While you've been wondering if I was fucking screwed on Saturday morning after having 2 hours sleep (yes) and what I did to keep myself sane and awake (forgo working in favour of playing WWP for eight hours straight) five thousand women have been diagnosed with VD and are on the way home to beat the shit our of their cheating @#$%^ of a husband. These men may not survive, so give blood regularly and remember that you can hardly deny fucking her if you're both at the clinic with the same burning sensation on the same day.

Keep in mind the heinous treatment of men in Kwaznorish society when you're wishing you'd been at Alyssa's 21st last night. It may well have been a great party. I may have finally met Borhan (Sita's fiancee-to-be), seen Rachel (girlfriend from way back in the day) for the first time in years, looked well cool with groovy new shirt and retro cufflinks, frozen my butt off, and had to leave early so I could get a couple of hours sleep before driving to Brisbane to be at work at 8am. All those things may be true, they may have occurred, but how many Kwaznori men were there? I'll tell you. None.

This post has been brought to you in the interest of educating the masses.

Actually it has been brought to you in the interest of being a dickhead. I would much rather spout bollocks than educate. If you want to be enlightened then stick your finger in a lamp socket while someone flicks the switch a dozen or so times. Need to read biting political blahblahblah stuff? Go listen to Angst or Cog for a while.

This be where the bollocks at.