So, it's been months since my first blog. And I admit, that was slightly lame to start off all keen , write one post, and then abandon my new chosen career. Well, fuck you, cause I do what I want.
But I'm back, and following inspiration from the greatest female blogger on the planet right now Jo-Blogs I have decided to re-enter and keep you up to date with various goings on.
In awesomely awesome news, I'm very happy about the existence of tribes in South America who have yet to make contact with the slowly festering disgrace that is Western Civillization. Watching a bunch of orange and black tribesmen try and shoot arrows at the big silver god bird sent to destroy their modest collection of huts was the highlight of my week. It was like Encino Man and Big Borther rolled into one. Except, instead of Brendan Fraser and annoying bogans it was REAL LIFE CAVE MEN who probably say ooga-booga and have never seen a picture of Britney Spears in their lives. I admit it. I’m jealous. Orange people in remote jungle have never had to listen to Tony Abbott or read anything written by Miranda Devine. Orange people in remote jungle will never know the murderous rage that comes with watching Jackie-Oy and Dickhole Phil. I want to be orange people. Give me a box of crampons and a kilo of Jamon and I’d be there tomorrow.
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