17 Jul '06-17:03
Exile in Hatesville
15 Mar '06-11:52
Wit Kak a la Carte Cuisine
Dictionary.com define it as ...
Main Entry: bruschetta
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: an Italian appetizer of toasted bread slices rubbed with olive oil and garlic and topped with diced tomatoes, basil, salt, and pepper and served warm or with melted cheese on top; by extension, other warm appetizers made in this way
Etymology: from Italian bruscare `to roast over coals'
Usage: cooking
Well we say fuck that! This is how we do
03 Mar '06-14:49
Koeberg Hates You - An Emailic Dissertation
These two emails were forwarded around my office. I don't know who the writer is, but I suspect it's the same person who wrote both.
If you are the writer and are offended that someone found your musings interesting enough to post onto the Interweb, post a comment below (IT'S FREE) and we'll remove it. Oh, and keep 'em coming. - Krokodil
Presented in chronological order for your reading pleasure...
27 Feb '06-17:21
a suicide note
07 Feb '06-14:31
Cigarettes
It was a strangely stormy year. They came early and regularly; they cut through the sky and shattered the rough silence like a car crash. I listened to miserable country music and intellectual indie pop. Thunder syncopated the baselines and knocked the drummers off kilter.
Cigarettes didn't satisfy that year. I would drag as hard as possible, sucking in their exhaust like, what was his name? The neighbour of a friend of mine.
06 Feb '06-13:31
GO GET A TAN NOW!
12 Dec '05-10:44
Eyes Needed: Stolen Car
06 Dec '05-12:26
liberal
23 Nov '05-12:48
Love is a Piece of Paper
16 Nov '05-09:01
Speed, baby...
The dead have been rising from their graves to attack the living. Scientists believe that a viru-
Sorry. Wrong info. This is the info, the locations of 67 speed traps in the Cape Town area.
28 Aug '05-22:59
Why Chicks Dig Nihilists
fucking a deadbeat? this is probably why...
25 Aug '05-09:06
IT CAN GET SICKER THAN ME - AND IT HAS ... OI OI OI PHIL!
I think not. Recently, The Count went lower than he ever imagined he would, so did I.
To say that the matrix works in wonderous ways is just hippy masturbation (Yes you, you fucking unwashed joss-stick lovers) Some of us live lives, rich with bizarre events and situations , this has fuck all to do with cosmic forces or God - In The Count's case, I would say fetal-alcohol-syndrome
08 Aug '05-21:25
My beautiful laundrette
Just got back from "Dreamwash", my laundrette of choice in Greenpoint. Mmmn. To me, there's little as satisfying as picking up a whole bootful of clean, folded laundry. You feel this most acutely on a cold, wet day like today. If you have had to wash by hand, you'll know the value. It’s worth every cent. There would only be one thing better…05 Aug '05-13:03
Just going for a pee
By Clive E. Smith
Surprised as you are about to be, I was when I looked up the word 'friend' in my dictionary from Readers Digest. Hence: friend n. One (not ordinarily a relative or lover) Huh? That's exactly what I said. The rest of the diction will blow you away. You should look it up. Anyway, my story starts with a friend I known for a while, a couple of years, o.k. 4yrs. We don't really visit or hang out or make plans to but we share the same trough. So as things might have it one often become "friends."
01 Aug '05-11:30
Gandalfs Chronicles : Barf 02

Another week of beer and filth has passed us by and to be honest, on some level it has taken its toll in ways I struggle to explain. Lets just say in hippy terms my aura is somewhat black; psychologically I need a hug; religiously god doesn't dig me; and medically I feel like a homesick abortion trying to crawl back up mommy's leg.

