hoowah, timbo's blogging. I'm guessing he's going to be incredibly intelligent and ramblingly random, which is going to please me greatly. I'm hoping he'll lend me his bootiful fender one day, and teach me how to rock.
please allow me to educate any canadians/brits or others that still believe shrimps get "thrown on the barbie". shrimps are purely a figment of the imagination in the american subculture. the rest of the english speaking world eat prawns.
uncle tim, antie lissa, uncle james, auntie nicole, uncle wayne, auntie megan ... and the many other aussies, I hereby pledge to commit for the rest of my life to upholding the true definition that seafood lovers will only ever barbq prawns, that not EVERY australian sounds like the crocodile hunter, (or paul hogan, edna everidge, richie benaud ...) and that Fosters is actually way more popular in europe than down under ... although they do like to quaff the odd stubby ... of different brands.
It's 5:48 am, and I've just had a great feeding session with mom, hence the obsession with food. I should give us all some more sleep now ... but it is fun watching mom and dad's face when I wake them twice every night. "you can eat too", I say. dad just mumbles, downs his own glass of milk and cookies, and lurches back to bed at the first given moment.
Monday, November 29, 2004
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Where do you come up with this stuff?
-Cal
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