If you’re anything like me, and I’m sure you’ll pray you’re not, you’ll find the new pate & crackers directions exceptionally handy.
Kulmbacher Premium Pils
It’s almost like I’m getting back into the swing of things… Kulmbacher Premium Pils.
If you can’t be bothered to spend the time reading the whole thing (like a few paragraphs will really take up so much of your life, ya big sook), here it is in a sentence: "Quite nice, especially for a cheap one."
Cheese Toasties.
Baker Monkey Presents: Cheese Toasties.
Victoria Bitter
I noticed that it was (wow) 5 months since my last beer update… Did something about it… Shame it had to be Victoria Bitter.
Fridge Poet.
Whatever some of them might tell you, even girls can be pretty gutter-minded sometimes…
If you don’t believe me, just check out this wonderful poem, as written by young Heloise before leaving for rainier shores.
Shocker.
Photo gallery tidy up.
Finally got around to sorting out my photo gallery page. Have loads of pictures to sort and upload still. At this rate it’ll happen never. Much like adding more beers.
Our nice dog.
Successfully kept the wolf from the door for another week, no help from young George with that, maybe I can teach him how to use Photoshop and Dreamweaver, and he can learn to pay his own way rather than just pissing on the floor.
He decided tonight that he used to like it when he slept on my lap, thing is he is now way too big for that sort of thing, but he insisted, and he’s also now too big to refuse.
Click it for a nice big shot of me and George at my desk, taken candidly by young Girlgeek.
Bethels Lake
Girlgeek took the boys (Wataki, Trixie, Monkey & George) out to Bethels Lake yesterday, was fun0r.
The fatties (Trixie & Monkey) slid up and down the dunes on their bellies while the skinnies (Girlgeek & Wataki) lay around, read books, and ate fine, uh, sausages & bread, and drank fine, uh, coca-cola.
I’ve got more pictures, but this one will have to do for now, maybe the others will be up as a gallery.
Click the dog for a bigger version, with more background and stuff.
BBQ Time. Set all dogs to auto-hump!
Delicious BBQ and happy humping dogs and crazy fireworks (lots of) what a fun. 🙂
Dylan thought he could eat a 1.2 kg steak. He was wrong.
Kiddy fiddler.
So, I was going to try to grow out a full beard, but I’m now under strict instructions that I must tidy up (eg. shave) before our little dinner outing this evening, which will set me back about 2 weeks. Ahh well. Maybe I can give myself a nice child-molester mustache or something, teach her a lesson not to trifle with me.
*gets whacked in the back of the head*
Or not.