The Blarg of Fosnez

Have a look at the Sleep Talking Man blog . Here are a selection: If that shark thinks it's coming to bed for a cuddle, it's got another thing coming. God, it's all me me me with that fucker. It's all lumpy. Hmm. Lumpy. Let's make it smooth. Lumpy lumpy lumpy lumpy lumpy lumpy lump— Bugger! Bollocks and dammit! We're gonna have it lumpy. I can't be arsed. Sounds like you need an escape goat. With ropes on its horns and a headlight. And no fear of tunnels. Today couldn't have been any more perfect. Knowing you were on a slow train in hell, oh, that would be the cherry.

The Drum on the ABC site has a great piece of satire. Tell it like it is: the fair-dinkum election This is my personal favorite: No, I didn't get married and have kids. And if I had, you wouldn't be seeing me standing here, would you? I mean, how many married-with-children ladies do you see running the country? By the way, I just love that I keep getting asked, in incredulous tones, whether I am actually going to move Tim into The Lodge if I win. Jesus wept. What else am I going to do? Hit up the BER fund to construct a Covered Outdoor De Facto Area in the back yard where he can hang out? You'll notice I am keeping my temper when I get asked about this every day. But hot damn, do I feel like clunking your skulls together.