Dear Gentle Reader,
If this is the first time you have visited this blog, let me assure you that not all of my 85 other posts are like this.
I'm actually really quite modest. And dapper. And packed to the brim with class.
Modesty, one might say, after marvelling at my pectoral muscles and the way they glisten in the moonlight, is practically my middle name.
So, if you want to get an idea of what I normally write about, check out these links to past entries:
Here's one from the other day about a hair cut.
This is one where I get drunk.
And this is one about fucking Jemima, the doll from Playschool.
Ahahahahahaha... Wonderful pieces, all of them! Packed full of wit and rakishly angled SS hats and the like! You'll laugh until you cry!
Cry... cry tears of regret for not having found me sooner... sooner, before you knew that you had mere days to live.
Ahahahahaha, I jest! I jest... I'm sure you have a whole week before you get hit by a flying priest in some bizarre trucking accident.
But anyway, none of all that modesty today, because I am quite simply a fucking genius.
A fucking visionary.
"Yo, Cam, my homie," my boss said this morning, via the fine telephone lines of Victoria, "This here dealio has to be approved and out by tonight. Absolutely, dawg."
"Word," I replied with my usual amount of flair and class, "It ain't no baby-momma drama."
We then shared a convoluted African-American handshake, made even more difficult by him being in Geelong at the time.
I sat down at my computing unit and began work on the dealio.
Shortly afterwards, it was completed. Some time later, it was approved. It was then sent out, as per the aforementioned request.
Okay, so now I'm thinking that maybe I've exaggerated my staggering genius a little.
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