I gave my beloved hub a pair of these for Christmas:
What is so great about these, you foolishly ask? Stop flailing your hands about in despair, sit down and pay attention. Besides the magnificent fabric in which your loved one's junk will be ensconced, it's the packaging they came in that will make you happy.
Proudly South African, and available at Big Blue, these Bangalala Brooks come with added mojo. The different designs are supposed to imbue the wearer with such fantastical good fortune as "romantic attraction", "extreme good looks, muscles, a man's beard" and, my personal favourite, the ability to "forget prison".
They even include endorsements by Superman, Mr Jay Zuma and Richard Branson. A Mr Tshepo "Hummerman' Modiso had this to say: "Bangalala Brooks gave me the confidence to change my life forever. I own a fleet of Hummers and know every celebrity by first name basis..."
Unbelievable!
The ones seen above are "THE STRONG ONE - The Strongest Mix". Totes want to collect them all.
Go here to see the other natty designs: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150384349395790.614689.282513915789&type=1
Sunday, 8 January 2012
Bean Bones
I am not pregnant. I do not have children. My formerly frothing ovaries have simmered down after an extended-family Christmas. For a little while longer I am content to be the Good Time Aunt who sleeps a solid 8 hours per night and does not have to deal with poop or sticky.
But, I do have a friend who is with child. It is my first friend to have a baby, so I am excited for her. I saw this pic and couldn't resist.
But, I do have a friend who is with child. It is my first friend to have a baby, so I am excited for her. I saw this pic and couldn't resist.
Look AT thAT
If ole Mister Lucas had gone with Italian greyhounds in costume rather than Jar Jar Binks, people might not egg his house so much. The dog option has the added bonus of not reminding me of Whoopi Goldberg.
Pics from http://cuteoverload.com/
Dogs on the Run
Did I mention that I like dogs? Well I do. I rilly rilly doo.
Once we lived next door to a dumb young guy who bought a basset hound puppy for his girlfriend. They called it Melvyn, then they broke up. He kept the puppy, because "it was *&%^£@! expensive". Dumb young guy was seldom home, and he left this poor pup outside in a 2x3 meter yard, all alone, surrounded by poop. Melvyn was a howler, poor chap.
Because of Melvyn, I think "basset hound' and a formerly submerged vein in my temple begins to throb as the memories of his mournful howling return. These pics, selected from posts on http://www.bestweekever.tv/ and http://cuteoverload.com/, are how Melvyn's life should have been. How all dogs lives should be, dammit.
It is a miracle that these dogs CAN run, so loose is the connection of their skin to their skeletons. They look pretty surprised about it too. You're doing it, Peter, you're DOING it!
Once we lived next door to a dumb young guy who bought a basset hound puppy for his girlfriend. They called it Melvyn, then they broke up. He kept the puppy, because "it was *&%^£@! expensive". Dumb young guy was seldom home, and he left this poor pup outside in a 2x3 meter yard, all alone, surrounded by poop. Melvyn was a howler, poor chap.
Because of Melvyn, I think "basset hound' and a formerly submerged vein in my temple begins to throb as the memories of his mournful howling return. These pics, selected from posts on http://www.bestweekever.tv/ and http://cuteoverload.com/, are how Melvyn's life should have been. How all dogs lives should be, dammit.
It is a miracle that these dogs CAN run, so loose is the connection of their skin to their skeletons. They look pretty surprised about it too. You're doing it, Peter, you're DOING it!
Friday, 6 January 2012
Possibly the Best Piece of Beach Wood in the World.
It started off as an uneventful dog walk with the usual sand, poo bags and maniacal lolling of tongues.
TheMaxx actually noticed the stump first. Naturally he tried to claim it, but his poorly aimed stream overshot the mark. Sunlight glittered up the arc of urine, and drew my eye to what could be the raddest thing I have ever seen on a beach. I have seen A LOT of weird on the beach, but this was the first strange...
TheMaxx actually noticed the stump first. Naturally he tried to claim it, but his poorly aimed stream overshot the mark. Sunlight glittered up the arc of urine, and drew my eye to what could be the raddest thing I have ever seen on a beach. I have seen A LOT of weird on the beach, but this was the first strange...
Thursday, 5 January 2012
Shapes and Patterns
"Wherever I look in the room, wherever I rest my eyes, I can see a pleasing composition of colour and shapes."
That's the nicest thing I have ever heard anyone say about a house.
I was finally able to set about unpacking the last of the boxes. They had been standing, gathering dust for over a year, silently keeping their treasure inside. I rediscovered so much cool stuf that I had forgotten I had. Mostly old throws and cushions; these are some of the patterns I rediscovered.
I like to look around a room and be pleased with what I see, wherever my eyes fall.
That's the nicest thing I have ever heard anyone say about a house.
I was finally able to set about unpacking the last of the boxes. They had been standing, gathering dust for over a year, silently keeping their treasure inside. I rediscovered so much cool stuf that I had forgotten I had. Mostly old throws and cushions; these are some of the patterns I rediscovered.
I like to look around a room and be pleased with what I see, wherever my eyes fall.
Some Time has Passed
So I started this blog because I wanted to write. Still do.
Over the holidays I thought about what I could possibly include in a blog. So I narrowed my liking of things down to the following: dogs; reading; music and cinema.
I figure, stick to what you know.
I also like patterns.
Over the holidays I thought about what I could possibly include in a blog. So I narrowed my liking of things down to the following: dogs; reading; music and cinema.
I figure, stick to what you know.
I also like patterns.
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