March 12, 2006
Not exactly topical anymore, but I’ve been reading this weekend about Dick Cheney shooting his mate Harry Whittington (no relation to Dick). Although he’s now out of hospital, it raised a couple of questions. Just how bad is Dick Cheneys eyesight for mistaking a lawyer for a quail? At what point do you become powerful [...]
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March 11, 2006
A conversation last Saturday night prior to the boxing match between Joe Clazaghe and Jeff Lacy. “You’re talking shite Angry, utter fucking shite”, said my mate Fit Mike. “You’re entitled to your opinion, regardless of how completely fucking deranged it may be”, I replied. “It’s just simply not possible. No way.” “I’m telling you now, [...]
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