I don't understand the baby bonus idea.
One moment the government was having a whinge about illegal immigrants coming into our country, next moment they were suddenly encouraging people to boost the population
“They said I was too ugly to be famous! All I had to do was eat a baby, and now I’m a star!"
What’s so good about Good Friday? No shops are open, and supposedly I can’t eat meat. I suppose Christ died around Good Friday, so maybe that’s one good thing. I love how I’m supposed to not be able to eat meat yet, lo and behold, I found some and put it in my mouth and sure enough – I was able to eat it! No smiting from God or anything. Not even a tummy ache. I ate a great big juicy wad of chicken, plus some greasy ham-like bacon, courtesy of the Colonel. I would have eaten a steak as well, but the steak in my fridge kinda looked unedible.
Telemarketers. We all freakin' hate them, right? The only people who don't hate them are those who actually are them. And even that aint definite.
In my house, my home phone is in another room to my bedroom. If I am in my bedroom, writing a blog or something, and I hear the phone ring, I have to rush and run to it in the hope that I will get there before it rings four times. If it rings four times, it will go to messagebank... and, as around 50 percent of the population is incapable of leaving a message (what gives?), this means I will miss the call altogether
Mother comes in to get some books. Little son runs around pulling books off tables, knocking them on the floor, runs off outside when mother tries to go to the counter to buy him books. She catches him and straps him into his pram, then he starts trying to pull some books off the table. Not once does the mother admonish him. I decide to offer her some advice