Day 5. 36 pages, 14,421 words.
Australia Day is just around the corner, and as such it is probably time to start saving up some spare cash to buy and barbecue some lamb.
Apparently that’s a thing that I have to do on the 26th (you might have thought we barbecue
shrimp prawns, but you would be mistaken, prawns are better pan-fried with garlic), so I guess I will also need to un-bury the barbecue from the front yard, which is a foot deep in snow as of this morning.
Actually, it could make for a rather amusing visual, so I’ll think about doing it.
In the meantime, please watch this brilliant commercial:
There ya go, mate.
This video got complaints from more of those crybabies I was chewing out yesterday, but the thing about crybabies is, they’re really easy to beat because they have a terrible diet and are generally weedy and lack conviction.
Fuck you, crybabies.
This has been a public service announcement from Hatboy’s Hatstand.