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‘KJ,
This is all very reassuring for pot-bellied, ab-challenged hermits from the flooded regions of the North Coast. Perhaps North Coast hermits and Leetonites are finally fleshing out some common ground!
At a recent ‘out of the way’ conference, the hermits (good guys all), rather than getting all morose about the rain, were actually practising their dance moves in readiness for re-entry to the world.
Or, maybe this whole crazy world has finally driven the hermits crazy as well – oh dear, gonna have to ponder that one…’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uet0Vn76UP8
Read on for what got Hence all fired up…..
Oh dear, oh dearie me……may I quote?
‘Cheryl Cole wants to date a man with a pot belly.
The Fight for This Love singer – who separated from her soccer player husband Ashley Cole last month following his alleged infidelities – has vowed she will never be romantically involved with a toned, muscular man again and wants her next lover to be a normal guy with a rounded stomach.
A guy could be in the Speedos and be ripped to within an inch of his life and I don’t think I’d look again.
It would have to be the Bermuda shorts and the pot belly….’ (From the Fairfax Press)
Thank you Cheryl.
But I’m sorry, and a might bemused my dear, dear girl, that it’s taken you so long to discover that the potent combo of shorts + pot bellies = sensual and relationship bliss.
Come on Cheryl, we’re talkin’ truism!
No sane woman in Leeton wastes time ruminating on the joys of fat bellies – preferably white with stretch marks and curly black hairs getting more luxuriant the lower the gaze - and shorts, particularly with a ‘no dramas’ velcro fly facility.
(Too fit: First man run out of Leeton. Cr: Bain News Service. Library of Congress)
Still confused Cheryl? Perhaps I can help…
When I was blossoming towards womanhood my swell Daddy Hec – disporting his favourite shorts overhung by a colossal Dinner Ale-sponsored belly - asked that I join him under our magnificant peach tree near the wood heap for a ‘little talk’.
After securing the area – great what a couple of gallons of hastily sprayed DDT can do to fruit fly – Hec gently spoke of whateth maketh for a Goodeth Maneth.
‘A Good Man will respect and protect his shorts and pot belly at all times. A Good Women sees this, sees this nurturing spirit, sees this attention to duty and knows that here is a man with PRINCIPLES, here is a Good Man who will love and protect you just like his shorts and pot belly….
HERE IS A MAN YOU CAN TRUST…….’
And Cheryl, my dear, dear girl, via that soft parable many things suddenly became clear…..
Like:
-Why all gentlemen callers on my four exquisite older sisters all had pot bellies and all wore shorts. *Apart from the local trim and taut swimming champion who turned up one day in beige Harris Scarfe trousers only to be turned away at the gate by an agitated Hec:
‘And we DON’T wanna see the likes of YOU around here again – you hear me, you HEAR me…?’
- Why the most beautiful brides in Leeton always had grooms with pot bellies who wore shorts under their hired wedding suits. And why these Good Men couldn’t wait to get to receptions where they offloaded their trousers. *Ask anyone in Leeton to show you a reception photo taken after 10pm and I swear to God you’ll be told: ‘There are none.’
-Why marriages underpinned by Good Men with pot bellies and shorts lasted forever. In fact, the longer the marriage the bigger the pot belly, the shorter the shorts. *Good Men discovering reserves of love and protective behaviours even they never knew they had.
So Cheryl you’ve had a bad experience with a Bad Man – a Bad Man man who buffed and exercised and preened the very love out of himself. It should have come as no surprise that there was nothing left for you.
My dear, dear girl, I know you’ve been hurt and I know you’re a very busy women.
BUT, the Leeton Rice Bowl Festival is happening over Easter. Traditionally, the Festival provides many opportunities for Good Men with pot bellies – in outrageously festive shorts - to congregate.
Would you like to come?
You will find a Good Man in Leeton.
*************************************
So, a big hello to everyone – particularly to the Good Men. Where would we be without you? Oh dearie me, it just doesn’t bear thinking about……it really doesn’t.
As usual, I am on blogging tenterhooks waiting to hear about what’s going on on your patch. Trust me, you may think your life comes under the ‘feeble’ category but you’re wrong, SO darn WRONG. Would love to hear from you..
And what about pot bellies and shorts? Often, I wish I was a man just to feel the love.
All posters take a deep breath…and just click on the ‘comment’ thingo and follow the simple instructions. The place to write your gems is at the bottom of the last published comment. *A little bit of counsel for people new to this caper. Your email (just called ‘mail’ in this case) address does NOT come up on site. And just ignore the URL thingo – just ignore it.
Prawn Cutlet Award
March 22nd, 2010 at 10:27 am
Dear Miss KJ,
What do men want?
To (as our The Ginger Man says) get a Dame.
If not, then to sit on a mountain and Discover Meaning….
To Hold the Talking Spear at a Male Bonding Talkfest….
Or to make something on a lathe in The Shed….
Or get that tennis serve/gold swing/ guitar riff right after all these years.
So what’s with this ab obsession?
As the son of a commando who could pick up a storm trooper and chuck him over No Man’s Land I have to say he DID NOT HAVE ABS.
BUT strong as a Mallee Bull, six foot plus, but NO ABS.
We got more machines promising Abs on the telly than you can jump over.
Mr A has NOT helped matters (nor his tackle displays).
Women like strong men, who have a good line of palaver, who know how to treat a Lady.
I can understand some of their obsessions such as Bums.
(A neat Bum is good to have)
But bloody Abs?
Dear Mr Chadwick,
I really wish you’d grown up and reached manhood in Leeton.
I suspect you would have had NO problems – quite the opposite.
*I like men with concave ie NO bums. I find it very interesting. KJ.
March 22nd, 2010 at 2:34 pm
Thank you , KJ…
And ANOTHER THING…
A man might be an Adonis with a Six Pack, but….
If if he has the ‘Good One’ Syndrome…
Dump him, like NOW.
You know the type. They never say anything in reply except ‘GOOD ONE’.
Mum died yesterday.
Good one.
The dog has colic.
Good one.
Brain cancer runs in my family.
Good one.
I won two dollars in the $100,000 Scratchie.
Good one.
The Good oners should be avoided or shot on sight……
Dear Mr Chadwick,
Good one!
I absolutely agree. The difference between a ‘Good Man’ and a ‘Good Oner’ is vast. KJ.
March 22nd, 2010 at 3:52 pm
Dear Miss KJ,
Once again – absolutely spot on – in fact the older I get – the more I agree with you.
As an ancient member of the racing fraternity told me many years ago, as he viewed his ample belly, but actually referring to matters further south: ‘At my age me boy, you begin to lose sight of it.’
I know it’s fashionable these days to talk about these matters ‘around the water cooler’, but my generation tend to do it down at the club, as we did last night…..
The conversation was triggered by yet another picture of Captain Six Pack storming out of the surf in nothing but his budgie smugglers. Worse was to come – he was next pictured giving another of his cossies (for God’s sake, how many does the man have?) to a kiddie in a wheelchair for auctioning online…
Okay Tony, nobody’s going to criticise your charitable works, even with an election hard on coming on – but have you stopped for a minute to think what these demonstrations of your six pack are doing not only to the Good Women of Leeton – and to all women across this big brown land – but also to every fella with a pot belly?
I can tell you what they think Tone, and it’s the very opposite of: Nice One.
Look I have little time for The Rev Kev, but one thing I’ll thank him for is that – to my knowledge – he’s never exposed himself.
Thank you again Miss KJ for bringing this important matter to the attention of the Australian people.
To put not too fine a point on it, I think the election will hang on it.
The Old Carnt.
Dear The Old Carnt,
Aaaah, men and their bodies…….
They try not to show it, but they’re MORE concerned about them than the Good Woman in the ‘Special K’ ad.
* When Tony A appears on Bondi Beach in a G-String and clutching a big tube of UV, I will truly know that Australia is a MATURE Democracy. KJ.
March 22nd, 2010 at 8:27 pm
Did this happen in Leeton? This was a trend in the bush town I grew up in……..
It’s one of the most champion memories I have of my youth…My Good Man of a Dad, during summer.
He would wrap ‘Glad Wrap’ around his ample girth and do the mowing before ‘Wide World of Sports’ on Sundays. It was supposed to reduce the pot belly.
I tell you, it was a sight – ‘Stubbies’ brand shorts, no shirt, plastic girth, boots and socks.
Mate I thought it was normal, that’s how cool he is.
Dear Mrs T,
This is one of the most extraordinary reports backs I have dealt with….
Trust me my dear, dear girl what you report re the ‘Glad Wrap’ is NOT normal……I repeat: NOT NORMAL.
*Please report back as a matter of urgency: Did your Good Man of a Dad ever do anything in public involving Alfoil or greaseproof paper?
KJ.
March 22nd, 2010 at 9:50 pm
It’s just the Oxford way,
Boxing, drinking, all day……
Composing verses Adonis,
Or Narcissus would desire,
Amidst this undergrad contentment,
Still unsure which way turneth,
Which way doth turn the equipment?
If music be the fruit of love, then
Play it again. Play it, Sam. Play it.
Cleric or pollie? A jurist jolly?
Looking skyward from the punt,
Who knoweth the future?
Who foretells this beast, body erect,
Save only the forepart visible,
A lion issuant, full of cant and pants?
A hero or a devil in his underpants?
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:12 am
Now it’s fake female abs!!!!!
http://media.smh.com.au/national/breaking-news/aussie-girls-fake-abs-a-youtube-hit-1244992.html
March 23rd, 2010 at 2:21 am
Hello again – still hard on the Ab Trail….
I think your pic may be of George Lurich, the world’s strongest man.
But he does not appear to have abs!
Body worshippers please go to:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georg_Lurich
Dear The Dude,
Yes, the pic is of one George Lurich – George Lurich, late of Trunk Road 80, LEETON.
March 23rd, 2010 at 8:56 am
Hiya KJ,
High Noon in the Cap.
Mano a mano!
Just me & him & a truckload of journos.
Can’t wait…….
Bring it on, baby…..
BRING IT ON!!!!!!
The Rev Dr Kev.
Dear The Rev Dr Kev,
You reckon YOU’RE pacing the floor like (to – I think – borrow a phrase from Paul K) a ‘mad musk moose in season’…?
I’ve got my oven timer on National Press Club Showdown Countdown….
Every ten minutes it goes off – and every time it does I think: ‘Thank God because if my anticipation goes up even ONE more notch I will surely fall off my chair and end up in an undignified position.’
Buzz, buzzzzz, buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!
(Thank God!)
KJ.
March 23rd, 2010 at 11:59 am
Dateline: 12:53pm, March 23, 2010.
The Leader Of The Opposition, Mr Abbott, has used the National Press Club Leaders’ Health debate to proposition a young(ish) journalist.
Mr Abbott told stunned young(ish) journalist Sandra: ‘If you’d like to come with me on a run or a bike ride in Canberra one morning you’d be very welcome.’
March 23rd, 2010 at 12:39 pm
Dear KJ,
Thanks for your kind offer to visit your hometown. But no thanks.
Alas, my namesake has had a crook experience. Cheryl, you are having a knee jerk reaction.
Do you really want to have your phone set to fast dial 000 every time Pot Belly has that lovin’ feelin’???
Take care,
Chezza.
Dear Chezza,
This is all very confusing…..BUT from where I sit all I can do is my public duty – which is to spread the good news about pot bellies and shorts.
The adult population can do what they want with the info.
Regards, KJ.
March 23rd, 2010 at 5:35 pm
Came Downstairs As Act Of Courage…..
Saw the post about pot bellies.
Am currently applying Vicks Vapour Rub to mine. Am also chewing Vicks Vapour Rub pellets. Flu.
Back upstairs to the man-eatin’ doona…
Dear The Knuckle,
Terrible to hear that you have been brought low. Not like you at all. Get vertical soon. KJ.
March 23rd, 2010 at 5:40 pm
Sandra and Tony’s special song:
I rode my bicycle past your window last night
I roller skated to your door at daylight
It almost seems like you’re avoiding me
I’m okay alone, but you got something I need……etc etc.
I ride my bike, I roller skate, don’t drive no car
Don’t go too fast, but I go pretty far
For somebody who don’t drive
I been all around the world
Some people say, I done all right for a girl……..etc, etc, etc
March 24th, 2010 at 1:27 am
* A Get Well message for The Knuckle.
Tex walked down Pine Avenue, Leeton, his eyes squintin’ under the High Noon Sun.
He was kinda bustin’ inside with his lonesomeness.
The white dust from Trunk Road 80 was a-blowin’ through the mesquite on the Irrigatin’ Area without Water.
Just a lonesome cowpoke.
He had the fever a-comin’ on him.
He had rubbed his chest with Vicks Wormwood Oil, but the fev’r kept on a-comin’.
Tex thought of the Traitors he had gunned down.
Plenty more of them left. Plenty and the worstest wear collars and ties, ‘n waistcoats…….
March 24th, 2010 at 6:12 am
The Australian flag should be a worm
Crushed underfoot while viewers squirm
The rights of workers, the sick and old
The homeless poor left out in the cold
Are told by rich pollies that they’re sorry
Just keep working in the National Quarry
Oh, that this country was in better hands
And that the worms develop poison glands
For till the people by Government are feared
They’ll keep the Worm Flag still flying here.
March 24th, 2010 at 10:25 am
The cream on the pot-belly-and-shorts cake is a pair of chicken legs.
A man with Brylcreem in the hair, pins like knitting needles, smuggling a watermelon under his shirt, necking a 7 oz glass of Reschs in the Leeton & District Bowling Club – that’s a man to be reckoned with.
Dear Roma Street,
The cream on the pot-belly-and-shorts-and-Brylcreem-and-Reschs-and chicken-legs-man is a sea of crusty thingos on a red face where the latest round of sun spots have been frozen off. KJ.
March 24th, 2010 at 12:21 pm
Quite right, KJ. Any dinkum Leetonian man over 40 has a face that resembles a moonscape.
Shout out to my own dear old dad who just had (another) one removed from his left ear.
Dear Roma Street,
Regards to your Good Man Dear Dad and his Sun Spotted mates. More than one researcher has concluded that Leeton is the Ear Sun Spot Hot Spot of the Pacific Rim. KJ.
March 24th, 2010 at 2:50 pm
OK KJ,
So the worms have spoken…..
BUT………..
As the Rev Kev would say,
You know what?
Dr Death may well have won the worm
BUT Yours Truly Got the Girl……
No surprises there –
I mean who would you rather have a night out with?
No need to answer that one.
Must go -
I have a date with the girl next door.
Tony Six Pack.
ps1 Given she’s a journo – do you think I can trust her?
ps2 Funny thing about worms – they have a way of turning.
Dear Tony Six Pack,
I’m confused. The ABC doesn’t use worms (too low brow?) but then fills hours of telly and radio discussing what the commercial worms showed. If it’s any help and you’d like to imagine me as ONE worm watching the ABC broadcast I concluded you won hands down – NO contest!
Can you trust a young(ish) lady journo? Sure!
KJ – young(ish) lady journo.
March 24th, 2010 at 10:48 pm
KJ,
This is all very reassuring for pot-bellied, ab-challenged hermits from the flooded regions of the North Coast. Perhaps North Coast hermits and Leetonites are finally fleshing out some common ground!
At a recent ‘out of the way’ conference, the hermits (good guys all), rather than getting all morose about the rain, were actually practising their dance moves in readiness for re-entry to the world.
Or, maybe this whole crazy world has finally driven the hermits crazy as well – oh dear, gonna have to ponder that one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uet0Vn76UP8
Dear Mr Hence The Hermit,
Thank you, thank you, thank you……..
This footage is a gift to not only me but all Australian womanhood.
This is ‘Livin’, Lovin’, Learnin” at its most glorious.
THIS is what the Good Man Hec was dreaming off under that fruit fly ridden white peach tree so many years ago.
On behalf of the women of the Pacific Rim, thank you.
KJ.
March 25th, 2010 at 12:47 pm
Go Herm! That is one terrific video. Which belly is yours?
Dear Greek and loving it,
I like to start from the premise that all pot bellies are equal. KJ.
March 25th, 2010 at 1:31 pm
Mr Hence The Hermit,
It’s been a long time since I laffed so much I busted an ab (or the area where one used to be)….
Me too, me too!…..KJ.
March 25th, 2010 at 1:58 pm
For Hence and the Dancing Hermits:
People say I’m like Demis Roussos,
That I am a bushy bogan,
Sunspots, brylcreem and warts,
I do not have designer shorts….
(You know, that kind of hurts!)
My mummy told me:
You should have abs!
You ain’t got muscles,
Just like your Dad.
My wife she told me:
Get rid of that flab!
You need a gym,
Like neighbour Jim,
(Why ain’t you a six pack like him?)
That’s why I like my friend Fred,
Our six pack is beer resting,
(Contentedly Within, Fred)
And the Boys in The Shed,
Making egg cups on the lathe,
Going down the Creek,
When we need a Bathe…..
Doing Jerry Lewis impersonations,
Is something I crave,
You might call me a Bushie,
(Or a lazy old oaf)
Just wait till you see us dance,
Just like bloody Meat Loaf!
March 25th, 2010 at 2:34 pm
Hi Greek,
Thanks for that. Believe it or not, that was the sanest part of the weekend. You would have enjoyed the frisbee gridiron game in the slush. We might reconsider that for when we move to unisex weekends sometime in the future.
To answer your question, of course, would mean revealing the identity of a hermit, which is actually a bigger no-no than revealing a CIA agent’s ID – I’m sure you understand.
Now we can all look forward to the Riverina women’s group’s answer to the video, which will hopefully BARELY scrape through the Youtube censor.
*Thanks to you KJ for not allowing that link to slip through unnoticed in such a big way. The video has had an extra 300,000 views since I posted it here. Oh, wait a second, no, that was the water buffalo, lion, and crocodile clip…..
Almost always, and always already, metta, namaste, and saludos cordiales,
Hence.
March 25th, 2010 at 4:09 pm
Good God KJ,
Apologies to you for suggesting that Cheryl Cole may have a screw loose.
Having viewed Hermin’ and his chumpy mates I too am headed North.
I fear leaving the house. I most certainly will be facing stalking OFFENCES. What jury is to believe that my mental state was merely a reaction brought on by a benign ABC blog site!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chezza.
Dear Chezza and All Good Women Of Australia,
I am appealing for calm – and I am appealing for reason. *How you react to my reasonable requests is up to you. KJ.
March 26th, 2010 at 12:12 am
Happy Hermits you give us hope,
When you sprint to the ‘crick’
Forget ye not,
To take some soap.
March 26th, 2010 at 7:54 am
Ja, not since the Borovansky have I such a performance seen…
Wunderbar!
Like figures on a Grecian, they should earn.
Next, we bring back the True Maedchen, Rubens women, nicht wahr?
Not like ladies who like the chicken look.
I write paper on New Vision of Das Physicalitische.
Dear Dr Schwarzenheim,
New Vision of Das Physicalitishe? The future is NOW….. Fraulein KJ.
March 26th, 2010 at 8:25 am
Dearest friend KJ,
You know that I am not the type of woman to rock the boat … but baby the horse has bolted. Mea Calpa and good luck to you!!!
Oh how my mood is UP!
Can I be bold enough to address some of our mutual friends
So eloquent Chadwick, your dissertation on ‘What do Men Want’. An amalgam of worthy aspirations. I’d love to sit on a mountain with my man holding his spear of choice, and be smart enough to stay out of HIS shed and applaud when he finally gets ‘Stairway to Heaven’ down pat.
Chad (KJ has told me many times that this is NOT a pick up site) but if you have a mountain in mind ….
The Knuckle, I have a brand new pair of roller skates and you have the key!!! This is not a pick up site …. just my quirky way of saying that I am available to come over to your place and help in the application of Vicks to you vertically or horizontally … RIGHT in the moment.
KJ- if you start an avalanche – you have to take the consequences…
Now, THE HERMITS…..
Hit REPLAY!!!!!!
Marry Me.
Marry Me,
Repeat after me: This is NOT a pick up site. This is NOT a pick up site…..(you little minx!)
Miss KJ.
March 26th, 2010 at 3:19 pm
Greetings from Del Boca Vista.
Can I congratulate the Hermits for coming out of their shell. Haven’t laughed so much since Madoff shaved a few million off my lawyer’s Carribbean fund.
Am thinking of getting the folk here together to do a similar rendition to the song Chattanooga Choo Choo. There’s a few whistles ’round here that need a bit of blowing.
Dear Martha,
I hereby name the new group ‘The Del Boca Vista Vas Deferens’ (With Whistles) KJ.
March 26th, 2010 at 4:23 pm
KJ,
I for one am not surprised at what you called ‘Breaking News: Health Debate Shock’.
Of all of us, KJ, you should know that the National Press Club is equivalent to mud wrestling or wet T shirt competitions – NO holes barred.
That leaves our national leaders to engage in having a go at young(ish) and even Out To Pasture journos…..
A thought for Tony Six Pack:
Baby, baby, baby you’re out of time … you have a max of 12 months to show some guts … I’ve had a peek at The Rev Kev and I say he is nicely girted … just like the Australia he so clearly loves.
You, Tone, are in desperate need of an entire worm farm … yes you are, yes you are!
TLRM.
TLRM,
Out to pasture journos!? What do you think ‘Livin’, Lovin’, Learnin” is? A Benevolent Fund? KJ.
March 26th, 2010 at 4:47 pm
Unisex weekends?!! Now you’re talking. BTW is anyone in here missing a pair of black youth size tennis shoes with bright green shoelaces that are in the boot of my car?
Dear Greek and loving it,
No. But I am missing a velour double D bra with ear muffs. KJ.
March 26th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
Dear Hence,
I hope you don’t mind me asking- but how would you and your friends feel about that wonderful performance you posted featuring in a new lecture series I am writing? I am thinking of calling it The Discourses of Wa/i/sted Masculinities in A Global South South – but have to check whether that title has already been taken (don’t want to be accused of plagarism in my position ha ha!).
March 27th, 2010 at 10:22 am
Hi Lonely Scholar,
If that title doesn’t cut it, I won’t consider it plagiarism if you use a title from one of my 800 unpublished works – they’re not going anywhere…..
Two that strike me are: ‘Am I a Man or a Zebrafish?’, and ‘I Can’t Say What the Hell I Was On’.
With the warm response from all here, I do need to give credit to our creative force, choreographer, and director, Eden Read, who currently helps oversee the talent at Red Bennies Musical Theatre, at Chapel St, South Yarra. A son of one of the Northern region’s most successful hermits, Eden still likes to get back to his roots once in a while.
Now I’ve just spotted KJ’s response to Greek and loving it and am totally distracted.
Dear Mr Hence The Hermit,
I cannot comment on the state of Mr Read’s physique but this I can say: he’s a genius!
Thank you Mr Read. KJ.
March 27th, 2010 at 2:01 pm
Dear Marry Me & others,
If a man had spent time on a mountain, then went running and dancing naked to a pond with all due modesty.
THEN wrote a poem, then made you an egg cup and pastry rolling pin from a weathered fallen branch THEN came home smelling of beer and tobacco after a lathe session in The Shed would it be necessary to examine his abdominal muscles?
Or would you prefer to appreciate his smile, and listen (with considerable patience) to his lousy millionth attempt to imitate Bob Dylan or Leonard Cohen…?
March 27th, 2010 at 3:35 pm
Just like an outdated engagement pressie, the browser I’m using doesn’t allow for easy viewing of the dancing men.
Oops!
(Don’t think I’ll update yet…)
Dear Megsy,
Now, now tell the truth! The browser’s hot, the viewin’s easy and you’re off for a little lie down. KJ.
March 27th, 2010 at 4:56 pm
Came downstairs as an Act of Courage.
Saw the discussion on abs, pot bellies and masculinity was really hotting up.
My life under the man-eatin’ doona is pretty good…..
But when I get worried about anything I find Dr Steve Brule is always of assistance.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SEiMu3dGyY
Back to the man-eatin’ doona.
Dear The Knuckle,
Please DON’T go changin’……..you’re already our Bo Derek – a perfect 10. KJ.
March 28th, 2010 at 7:07 am
KJ,
This is not one of our Livin’, Lovin’, Learnin’ community’s attempts at Name Change.
Minx, Minx, Minx!!!!
Everybody knows it’s just boring old Marry Me.
Minx Marry Me or Marry Me Minx!!!!
Which do you prefer?
Dear Marry Me,
Now, the very first thing someone called ‘Marry Me’ should NEVER do is opt for the self put down….’just boring old Marry Me…’
Men don’t always admit it – but they are secretly CRAZY for gals with inner strength and spunk.
I’ll let you in on a little story:
A long time ago news travelled fast that KJ had nearly gone clean through the window of the Leeton Fish shop (and knocking herself out) because she was refusing to get glasses.
I felt awful until I heard reports that young local men thought the incident showed I was quite a gal. *They hated girls who wore glasses as much as me.
So Marry me, NO name change – just a physical and personality makeover. KJ.
March 28th, 2010 at 10:40 pm
I like a minx
I like high jinx
Just a few kinx