c and m

i am seriously thinking of starting a seperate blog just for the shocking things i see and hear in Teh Shop.

today:

pro-active² lady: *picks up a chopstick*
p-al: how much are these?
stv the shopkeeper: forty rand.
sts: for a pair.
p-al: how many in a pair?
sts: *jaw drops*
sts: the traditional number: two.
p-al: *confused look*
sts: *le sigh*

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1 - excluding me, obv.
2 - named thus cos she done wrapper her own shopping while i did the credit card thing. trivia aside: every customer of Teh Shop gets their own ’special’ name on my spreadsheet. it’s often something like ’saffer dude’ or ‘efficient girls, german’, but sometimes is more interesting. sometimes not.

i made this.
with my spanky new camera that p bought for me : ).

cleek for beeg.

a few.
by adriaan.

#1 in a series of 1.

to hold a costume karaoke party.

a select group would attend as the all conquering Village People.
jim would be the construction worker**, jason*** would be the red indian.
that left me and waynne to handle the leather biker dude and the policeman (iyswim).
since waynne could go either way, i opted for the policia.

i’m concentrating on growing my 70s pr0n moustache as i type..
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* for a given value of genius, obv.
** already has hard hat. but he works in an office. suspiscious? nah… ; )
*** who i’ve always thought bears more than a passing resemblance to anthony kiedis of RHCP fame.

that is all.

[btw, click for big - check out meep's eyes. heh, cool.]

or is it just me and p that have these surreal things happen to us?

woke up yesterday morning with a bit of a hangover from saturday night’s church braai.

the very nice mr jeremy invited us to a birthday braai of a friend of his at his (both he’s) church.
since it was going to be a spit pig and two spit baby sheepses we said fuck yeah.

i am not a religious person* and i was worried about going and being surrounded by Church Folk™.
however, we solved this problem by bringing wine** (and glasses from jeremy’s house down the road), then sitting in the tree-house / jungle-gym-jobbie (with our feet dangling over the edge) and drinking it, with the bottle behind us for easy refillage.
about twenty pre-teen kids were running around underneath us carrying leaves and flowers shouting “this is money! this is the new currency!”
it was all a bit odd.

after packing up all the crap we went back to jeremy’s house with him and foolishly had some brandy and cokes.
in hindsight it appears that was a mistake.

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* it’s not the concept of god or even the baby jeebus stories i object to, but the organise-ed-ness of it all. the way church folk devolve into petty office politics squabbles, that kind of thing. i’m always surprised when i discover someone i know is all churchy: “But you seemed so intelligent.” …
** no booze was supplied. what about the blood of baby jeebus?

i mostly try not to cry while i’m in the shop, but these reviews on amazon had me weeping tears of hahaHA.
cracking stuff.

via the rather good b3ta.com.

it probably won’t make it onto barners, so here’s (what i think is) a pretty picture of my mountain.
sorry, the mountain.

it makes me smile.

popped over to ebay to look for some cheap film for barners and what featured item am i greeted by?

a 32 inch cock.
worth reading the description bits.
very tongue in cheek.

ahem.

i’m having ice cream for breakfast.