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I find the AGB justifies my lack of interest in cricket. You're providing a valuable community service.

I hope you weren't offended by my remarks. Some of my favorite blogs are annoying sometimes. :-) I look forward to reading your posts about cricket. I don't know anything about it but I've heard that it's similar to American baseball, one of our most overrated games. ;-)

We aim to please, Caz. Carry on.

No, no offence taken, Lynn. Although if you get stuck into cricket, I may get testy. In a polite way, of course; not at all annoying. I like baseball, too.

Essential reading mate!!!!
Jim

Reeks of self-congratulation.

If you're not annoying someone then you're not doing your job correctly.

I always find the irrelevence of your blog refreshing and invigorating. The only annoyance factor is your relentless politeness and innate Melbourne airs. No ones purfek - 8/10.

I like the music stuff and the fact that Nabakov comments here sometimes.

Teach, from you I get free German lessons and enhanced enjoyment of the upcoming footy season,, when the Mighty Eags once again gut the Dees at every available opportunity.
Cricket, given the single digit representation of gum sucker in Australian teams, is also a good reason to keep checking up on you. I get vicarious pleasure from your pain.
And I'm not odious ... I have a shower every week.

Tony, clearly you greekly a muse.

Were we supposed to be taking this blog seriously or something?

I just come here for the comments. Frankly Tony, your posts just get in the way.

Thanks a million, Jim.

Thanks a couple of dozen, Simon.

Advice noted, CC.

There are two 'r's in Purrfek, Pat. And a rarely used silent j.

Hmm, the music. Well, I'm afraid a problem's arisen there, SB. I've developed an addiction. Later.

Os, you'll need a cold shower when the 'Mons fix up the Eags. By the way, I hear Judd has a dodgy hammy. I hear. Actually, I tell.

Emily, mearly I crusely a geek.

Wicky. Every. Single. Word. Gos. Pel.

Don't worry, Nab, I'll make sure I keep 'em brief. I'll keep my briefs on, in fact.

Thank you, all. You are all too, too kind. The next time I see you, the drinks are on Nabakov.

Go 'Mons.

I thought this was a Guy Sebastian chat room.

Just a side-light, Habiby.

OMG! LOL! ROFL! WACA! BAFTA! FOI! IDKHACWTFS.

I'm hoping to chat up some teenage slappers.

Hiiiiiii, Habib. I have a friend who is available. Her name is Ma ... ummm ... Tarissy. She thinks you are cute. She has a pink phone too you know.

Clods? I prefer oafs.

What if you don't have potato salad?

Squirt yourself in the face with tomato sauce, then, you oaf.

I'm more odorous than odious, but thanks all the same.

Tony, are you suffering from a bit of y'artzist angst?

"My blog posts are just not good enough, I shall go off and listen to some Nick Cave."

Of course, but blogs posts are here today and gone tomorrow, and their purpose varies greatly.

I come for the fun and stay for the other stuff.

And keep coming back, which indicates you are doing something right.

I'm just here... because, well, the trivia is better. The company is ok. Sometimes.

Is this blog interesting? Not really, no. It barely even makes sense.

On the other hand, you don't post cat pictures. I have to give you credit for that.

That's just your bike-shorts, Hung. Wash 'em occasionally. Better still, chuck 'em out. An awful look, it is.

Thanks, Darlene. Music soothes the savage blogger, you know. Hey! If I'm a Yartzizt, can I get a grant?

Sometimes, Rob? OK? By the way, what year was the Bay of Pigs?

Cats hey, Harry? Now there's an idea.

The other thing I like about it is that it’s free. Things I might otherwise be doing –shooting rats, ordering pizza, going into town to score a handjob, etc.- all cost money.

Everything's so expensive, don't you find?

Indeed it is, Harry. Especially cats. What with the vets and the food and the torture implements.

I ended up giving mine to the next-door neighbour. He moved, though. Probably to a cheaper neighbourhood.

I hate my archives. 3000 posts and the "best of TSP" currently sits at about 50. That's 2950 posts of complete shite.

It's amazing, isn't it. Occasionally I go to an archive via a google hit and just go "Shit! That is shit." It's embarrassing someone has discovered it.

It's like having bad children; you hate them, but you can't just delete/kill them.

OK, Tony, I got that Bay of Pigs question wrong. Was off by a year. But then, the "official" answer was way off and I nailed the replacement question and a few others.

And if I say the company is just ok, that's a major complement. Seeing as how I wouldn't want to inflate your ego or anything.

But there are some mighty uninteresting Blogs out there.No thought or imagination at all. You MUST be interesting to attract this motley rabble of posters.

Have you heard about that Blog supposedly done by a high class hooker in London- won all kind of awards? I think it's called 'Belle de Jour' or summat.She describes all manner of titilations and encounters. It could be what you need Tony- more sex and filth. For the Blog of course.

Rob, I remember when the question was "What's the capital of America?" And you answered "Michael Jordon." **

Personally I would have paid it. But you know how trivia hosts are; damn sticklers for detail.

** Possibly a lie.

I don't do sex, Brett. I've only got to mention Hilary Duff naked and I attract all sorts of loose types.

Britney Spears naked. Nude. Sex. Porn. Slippery. Phwooooar!

"Motley rabble of posters"

That's far too kind for these swine.

What about that opera in Diva? That sounds pretty good in the movie. Don't know about the whole thing though.

Would you like me to put that in the correct post for you?

Of course, I'd rather leave it here and make you look stupid, you understand.

'The same goes for the rest of you odious clods who read here regularly.' It's like watching the special kids attempt an act like the other kids, and failing spectacularly. Amusing and shocking by turn.

And boring. There's nothing like letting the voices in your head take over the keyboard occasionally.

Duh? Huh?

I think the voices took over again. It seemed funny when I was pissed.

Indeed yes, CB. I remember those days. Not fondly, mind you.

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