While walking through the Hay St Mall today with JOOB one of the usual religious nutters that populate the western part made the mistake of trying to preach to me.
"Have you been saved?", he asked faling to hand me a pamphlet.I managed to escape while he tried to work that one out.
"Yes I have", I said, "I was heading straight for the net and the fucking goalkeeper got in my way."
Teenage Girl 1: ...well my mother can't complain because she was pregnant at sixteen as well.
Teenage Girl 2 (to her nearby boyfriend): Hey [name], I want to have a baby. You have to get me pregnant.
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We've been extremely busy over the last couple of months hence the lack of posts. We did manage to catch the air race, however. It was a bit hard to avoid given that much of it took place over our house. Here's some pics:
Useless trivia alert:
In an astounding coincidence we've just realised that all three of us were born on a Saturday.
We've both been horribly busy. Which is good, I suppose. The only noteworthy events are that JOOB has almost got the hang of crawling, can now stand - with assistance - and kick a football, and today he had his first solids. Woohoo! More when we have time.
