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While in the local Spar the other day, while browsing through the aisle where they keep the marinade and chilli sauces and such, I came across something rather concerning…
The good folks who make “Bushmans’s Fire Sauce” and “Bushman’s Hot Az Hell” have added a new product to the their range. “Bushman’s Revenge”. Immediately intrigued by [...]

What is the fucking deal people? Everytime I am put on hold on the phone, someone decides I need a dose of Kenny G. WTF!? Who listens to Kenny G goddamit? Did Look & Listen an “allyoucaneat™” Kenny G blowout sale?
And to make matters worse, it’s the same godawful track every single time.

Ever wonder what email was like before they invented Viagra?

Isn’t it strange that those of us who have nothing, have many more ways of describing that which that they do not have…
Nothing, nil, nada, nought, none, null, nix, zip, zilch, zero, zippity doodah, diddly squat…
Please feel free to contribute to this list…

Jars sometimes require just a little verbal coercion to get them to open.

With petrol costing more than a six rand per litre, the Prius is looking pretty hot right now.
But then so are the alternatives.

I’m way too honest for my own good.
I sometimes commend myself on a lie well told.
I have an inverted conscience.

The sense of accomplishment of spending a Sunday cleaning the garden and mowing the lawn is soon overcome by the pain one feels on Monday morning.

…My 40gb portable harddrive. A 128mb flash disc. My digital camera. My ID book. My shades. My car keys. 2 jackets: 1 smart, 1 warm. My wallet. My z600. A small tube of aftershave gel.