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Last night the Naked Samoans' cartoon series bro'Town debuted. It was extremely childish and crude, and quite funny - as expected. Newsreaders & politicians are clearly lining up to guest on it.
I have a dreadful feeling that Bush is going to be re-elected President of America. While I must admit to some perverse glee at the awful possibilities, I really hope they go for Dr. Carl Hill instead. Sorry, I meant John Kerry. But you've got to admit, if he was carrying his head around in an In-tray he'd be a dead ringer.
Just over a month until Halloween and I don't even have a venue for a party yet. Gah.
Gonk. Gonk. Here's a poem I wrote when I was 17. I've probably posted it before, but who can be bothered checking?
FACISM IN A COW SKIN
Jackboots marching down the street
Stomp Stomp Moo