Happy New Year to you all! Whatever you've got in mind for this year, I hope it works out great. Just stay the hell out of my way or you're road pizza!
Since I'm patently crap at updating this site on a regular basis with "proper" blogs, I'm trying out a shorter format this year. Basically, abandoning any attempt to be vaguely coherent in the longer form, I'm going to write shorter pieces in search of a punchline. For a while I'll send out update reminders to get you in the habit of popping in regularly. But thereafter, I'll only be sending them whenever I write a goodly sized article. Thanks to everyone for your support of my efforts so far and especially for your comments. If I seem to have deleted some of them, it's only because I am fighting a continuous battle against the purveyors of online poker games and miracle cock cream who spam the site constantly. Please don't click on these link infested spam ads. Some of them are truly horrific and could get you sharing a cell with Gary Glitter.
So here we go for 2006. Embarking upon life's little adventure like the South African cricket team, brimming with hope and optimism, but sure in the knowledge that we're going to get our asses whipped. And speaking of spanking, when did this "Who's your daddy?" smack her on the arse style sex become mainstream? Even crappy TV ads featuring mutant animated rodents are showcasing a little, light sexy flagellation. If however, you're picking up a real life woman in a Germiston bar, I wouldn't recommend it. Try that shit on Sannie the receptionist at the ESKOM club and she might just moer you. Good luck!
Al
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