Like some famous dude that’s name escapes me and I am too lazy and sore from carrying 500 kilos of swag around the city of Melbourne because the motherfucking cab drivers of this fine city can suck my flaccid male appendage to google that shit said ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times’
And that is all I have to say about that.
Those guilty and not so guilty parties, you are totally fucking welcome.
I take my payment for silence in chocolate and motherfucking stuffed Lindt bunnies…
I declare today a pajama day – well I would if my pj’s were clean so I have compromised with leggings as pants but technically they are leggings as PAJAMAS so perfectly acceptable – while I recuperate from the complete and utter mind fuck that was the Digital Parents Conference.
P.P.S. If you have pictures of your MB2 Biatch branding email them to me so I can upload them to Instagram.
P.P.S. I need to see the pics of the ovary gang signs. I have no memory of who I actually did it with.
P.P.P.S. I MAAR’d my google reader so if you have a post about the conference, about me and how much I rocked the shit out of everything or something awesome you wrote this week that you would like me to comment on while I go through the
incriminating evidence mountains of swag, have at it in the comments.