tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post5497262279717195538..comments2023-05-01T03:03:53.746-07:00Comments on The One Way Suburban Conversation: The Leaving Of BrashsMiles McClaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-45804873582058607432009-04-12T20:29:00.000-07:002009-04-12T20:29:00.000-07:00As long as you only saw her, and didn't have to sm...As long as you only saw her, and didn't have to smell her! She smelled of milk badly. Did you see John Safran get himself crucified? The hell was that? I could hardly lift my beer this morning, never mind a big post...Roadside Jesus's might just be made of cardboard!<BR/><BR/>Oh Xmas is awful! Boxing Day is the only day I have that comes close to Good Friday, but even then it's got all these sales on...Good Friday has so much time and space to sit around, it's kind of cool isn't it!<BR/><BR/>Roadside Jesus made me type a short paragraph - it's my treat to you all! I'll never resort to Youtube clips though...maybe next Easter!Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-23829512231227924982009-04-12T15:12:00.000-07:002009-04-12T15:12:00.000-07:00A short paragraph indeed. Glad you relaxed. We wen...A short paragraph indeed. Glad you relaxed. We went to the show with a gazillion other people and my feet still hurt! Today is my relaxathon! Hope you had a good weekend! Thank you Jesus for four days off and a short paragraph!Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-42577652318270746482009-04-12T03:06:00.000-07:002009-04-12T03:06:00.000-07:00"...the way nothing is opened." Nicely put, Miles...."...the way nothing is opened." Nicely put, Miles. <BR/><BR/>The quiet of Good Friday is quite unlike any other day, hey. Everything's closed on Christmas day too, say, but the whole day feels restless. It was so quiet on my race-track of a street on Friday I could hear birds. Birds - image! In a suburb where there are 100 times more people than trees.Kettlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05555996290361714986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-30649065069445073782009-04-10T17:36:00.000-07:002009-04-10T17:36:00.000-07:00The Lisa Loeb of Hobart Coles is something I wish ...The Lisa Loeb of Hobart Coles is something I wish I could see.<BR/>She probably knows (from reading MUSCLE magazine) that Goldman's Gyms is now owned by Aussie Bev Francis, who may have worked in Coles long ago, before LA.<BR/><BR/>On Thank Good It's Friday, my house rumbled as hundreds of Fundies dragged a stuffing great crucifix past it to get to the biggest hill in town.<BR/><BR/>Anyone who has ever sunk a fence-post, must wonder about that drag-your-own cross thing.<BR/><BR/>Dig a big hole, <BR/>insert 2m redgum post (about $30)<BR/>fill with some screenings mixed into cement powder ....<BR/><BR/><BR/>(just sayin. I would not dare ruin a good Christian story)Ann ODynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01159263330547329077noreply@blogger.com