A slightly lost Queenslander who until recently resided in a sprawling metropolis of trams and cafés. My nom de plume relates to a drunken story and not the communist. I read too much non-fiction and not enough fiction, though the lines seem to be blurred of late.
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Un ligeramente perdido Australiano que hasta recientamente vivía en un metrópoli de trenvias y cafeterías. Mi nom de plume es basado una historia emborrachada, no el comunista. Leo demasiado cosas reales y insuficiente ficción, aunque los lineas parece difuminadas hoy en dia.
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You know those English don't bath, don't you?
Dispose of the socks and burn anything that came in contact with them.
I reckon you got the right idea, Grogs.
He was about one of four that applied for the room...Melbourne is infested with poms. Frightening.
muhahaha and I'd do it again I tell you
haha, little does he know what you actually use your socks for Engels ;p
I don't think he does, Martini. Joke's on the pom, as per usual.
WE FUCKING BATH!!!
grrrr That was from me - on behalf of all us Poms, we fucking bath, you c***!! :-)
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