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Mr Nice Guy
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September 25th 2006 04:32
Ruth describes some of her earlier days when she was living like a student in Newtown:
"Everything my parents and neighbours feared and dreaded was in Newtown. Dole bluggers, druggies and assorted worthless poor scum could be found on its streets. As a adventurous youth that didn’t quite fit the conservative mould, Newtown was a breathe of fresh air. "
That was back when she lived there. Now, Newtown has gone hardcore yuppie, and the stench of lattes is enough to put you off your crack in the morning.
In fact, I've heard that the hippies and drug fiends have had enough... more than one of them has been terrified when coming home in the morning, only to have a well-to-do accountant ask them where they could buy trendy, overpriced Buddha statues.
Ruth, on the other hand, lived in firecrackery times, when the excitement of living in Newtown was only broken by the excitement of dating someone else who lived in Newtown.
When she met a vegan, she thought she hit the muthaload. Unfortunately, his hardworking digestive system had its sweet sweet revenge that day...
"The next port of call was a few beers at the Marly. The spicy meal and beer combination really let the house rip and my suspicions were to be confirmed. A few beers under the belt and Mike’s discreet gaseous deposits soon became music to my ears.
I slowly watched scores of patrons relocate to a safer distance from our biohazardous area. Six beers later and Mike was practically doing the pull my finger trick. He’d be mid-sentence and his arse would trumpet like a call to war."
Ah, young love. It's so fickle. Put off by a couple of farts? Really, the proper thing to have done, would have been to fart right back at him. I'm sure the Queen would feel the same way.
"Everything my parents and neighbours feared and dreaded was in Newtown. Dole bluggers, druggies and assorted worthless poor scum could be found on its streets. As a adventurous youth that didn’t quite fit the conservative mould, Newtown was a breathe of fresh air. "
That was back when she lived there. Now, Newtown has gone hardcore yuppie, and the stench of lattes is enough to put you off your crack in the morning.
In fact, I've heard that the hippies and drug fiends have had enough... more than one of them has been terrified when coming home in the morning, only to have a well-to-do accountant ask them where they could buy trendy, overpriced Buddha statues.
Ruth, on the other hand, lived in firecrackery times, when the excitement of living in Newtown was only broken by the excitement of dating someone else who lived in Newtown.
When she met a vegan, she thought she hit the muthaload. Unfortunately, his hardworking digestive system had its sweet sweet revenge that day...
"The next port of call was a few beers at the Marly. The spicy meal and beer combination really let the house rip and my suspicions were to be confirmed. A few beers under the belt and Mike’s discreet gaseous deposits soon became music to my ears.
I slowly watched scores of patrons relocate to a safer distance from our biohazardous area. Six beers later and Mike was practically doing the pull my finger trick. He’d be mid-sentence and his arse would trumpet like a call to war."
Ah, young love. It's so fickle. Put off by a couple of farts? Really, the proper thing to have done, would have been to fart right back at him. I'm sure the Queen would feel the same way.
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