this can't be an accident.

penis nose mask w/ pot leaf scarf.
$2, family discount store, bell st mall, heidelberg west.

sweax.

i got this with a magazine sample bag a couple of months ago and have kept it because...because the cheapskate in me sez MAYBE ONE DAY IT WILL COME IN HANDY.
it's a pad.
a pad for men's underarms.
this exists, for real.
and is apparently worthy of taking up space in my medicine cabinet.
yeah, i don't know either.

elvis...tree.

$250 + $20 postage.
i live for shit like this.

op-shop score of the week.

six disneyland lps, in v.good condition, $3 for the lot.
the picture discs are from the early 80s, the rest from the early 60s.
colour me rapt.
from the wildlife victoria op-shop, heidelberg west.

lol, cats.

i like weird stories about weird cats.
the greatest thing i have ever heard of in my life lives (here)

i married some douche with a cheesy nickname.

oh that's life!, you never let me down.
payrate for this story: $300.
dear stoopid lady,
no, you didn't marry homer simpson.
you married some fuckwallet called brent simpson, who his mates oh-so-imaginatively nicknamed homer.
you marrying some snatchknicker with a shitty nickname does not an interesting story make.
it does, however, make for some damn fine lolz.
at your expense.
the end.

pick-tu-errs.

i've been caring for my 9-yr-old brother while our mum is in perth with our ailing nan.
last night, we did some fabric painting.
mine is on the grey fabric, his is on the red.