MBM – Nothing Left To Say
September 1, 2010 6 Comments
There is nothing left to say…except everything that hasn’t been said yet, of course.
Ahhhhh. I tricked you, didn’t I? You were all like, “Oh god, he’s like all depressed and he’s got totally zip to say about squat.” And then, I was all like “Uh-uh, girlfriend, you better twist you preconceptions right around because I’m actually saying the opposite.”
In truth, there are almost too many things to say. That’s why I’m generally silent. I’m holding back the tide, but ultimately I’m just a modern-day verbal King Canute. One day, some unfortunate fool is going to be on the end of a verbal barrage of ideas and notions so revolutionary that the universe might just crack like an egg. Luckily for the fool, he really likes eggs.
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I wish I was your uh-huh girlfriend. I’d twist your preconceptions right round the back of the coffee shop all the way to Ansen’s corner. Mmm-hmm.
However, I feel compelled to leave a discreet disclaimer. This would probably result in ruining yourself for others. If we broke up, this would leave you in a very difficult position. And probably not for the first time.
Once you’ve had Stef, it’s hard to stay erect, as ‘they’ say.
Oh, it’s you. Stefan “The Knave” Dennis. Strutting your funky stuff all over my comments section like a hungry koala looking for the eucalyptus tree of love. How you sicken me, and, yet, how you simultaneously send a shiver of excitement through my feeble frame.
I appreciate your warning, it shows that you do have a human side, but it’s a risk I’m prepared to take. I’ll see you at Lassiter’s lake forthwith.
OK. bring some gauze, some steri strips and some energy tables. Grrrrr!
Oh, you saucepot. I’ll bring Lucozade energy tablets. Only the best for my Stefan.
P.s.
I met someone who claimed to be you last week.
I’ll bring some fake berocca (for afterwards. You’ll need at least 8, you lothario!
who claimed to be me???
I don’t even know what real berocca is, so I don’t think I’d notice the difference.
Bizarrely, it was this really hot chick that I know who claimed to be you. It was quite a bold claim to make given the whole gender difference thing. It’s amazing the impact that you’ve made onto all our psyches with your leather bomber jackets and fist pumps.