Kim

Poffertjeeesssssssssssssssss

poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes!
poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes!
poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes!
poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes! poffertjes!

That's how ya spell it.

I had a strange message on my answering machine when I got
home last night. I at first wondered what the whiny type
voice was and then I realised it was my fave pal from SA
calling from her Hotel room in Melbourne. WOOOO HOOLAHOOPS.
How lucky can one simply get. I should have guessed when I
looked at the phone number and saw "666" in it. And I
really think she was totally baffled and confused as to why
she was even calling. There was no mention of Ikea, so
here's hoping she's been and done that already.

A lady came up to me on the street and pointed at my suede
jacket.
"You know a cow was murdered for that jacket?" she sneered.
I replied in a psychotic tone, I didn't know there were any
witnesses. Now I'll have to kill you too."

I won squash last night. It's amazing what a simple little
chant to oneself can do.

I think that's it..Yes that is it and will do for now.