It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
The dilemma isn't the speed of a commodore, or even fuckhead Ginga cop in a mufti - it's the fact that radio's are really, REALLY fast, and helicopters have infra-red sensors and big fuck off spot lights.
Hey, speaking of GINGA - I had dinner at SPQR in Ponsonby tonight with a table of really great women. I thought I saw Ginga Cop in there. Or it might have been an uptight Ginga drag queen who had haemaroids - not sure. She/he was really ugly with an unpleasant disposition and a liking for screwing boys in leathers, hence the possible confusion.
I wish I could bling myself for such satirical brilliance. In all likelihood, Ginga was tucked up safely at home with his boyfriend.
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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