Enforce this, Rottnest Island Authority. Or should that be Authoriteh?
Krazy Kym and I had a half double decaffeinated half-caf, with a twist of lemon, in the Swan Valley, but were baffled by the tasting notes. How can something called Rwanda come from Tanzania? It doesn’t make sence!
This is extra-baffling. The young people tell me they are charged $10 or something to get into Club Bay View. Surely you’re charged when you go in? This sign is wrongness.
This satellite office at the never-disappointing Coventry Square has gone up to the skies. Things like this drive me out of my mind. I watched it for a little while (I like to watch things on TV).
My POST colleagues and I were frightened into buying Freddos last week to help build a new school playground. I like the cut of this aggressive fund-raiser’s jib.
Does the rage of Outrage not seeing his face in the glass indicate a dislike of vibrancy? Does the morality of blogging consist in the perfect use of an imperfect medium? Is an ethical sympathy in a blogger an unpardonable mannerism of style? Do those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril? When Paul Murray farts, is the blogger in accord with himself? Is the only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely?
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