Showing posts with label crap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crap. Show all posts

Sunday, May 29, 2011

All Your Mondays Have Come At Once!



Lurking around the water coolers of Brisbane offices is a blogger desperate for inspiration. After surveying the landscape, we must say that it's been a long time coming. The following conversations were recorded:

"...not enough blogposts! I've been getting so much work done. At this rate, I'll be made redundant by August!"

"I've noticed far to many similarities between recent BUB blogposts and recent Dojo blogposts."

We here at the Imperial Palace have never been known to encourage redundancy, with the exception of some politicians, of course.

It sounds like someone's got a case of the Mondays, so we here at the BUB are giving you all the resources you need to make your Monday totally unproductive. It's as if all your Mondays were coming at once!

In the style and manner (or lack-there) of Sam Simmons, I will endeavour to post on the hour, every (working) hour for the day of Monday (30th May 2011). To make this even more impressive and to highlight the benefits and responsibilities that come with (not) going to uni, I'll let you in on a secret. I won't even be using a fancy phone. If it's 9am and I haven't posted yet, that's your fault for starting work early. This post counts for 9am. I may also have a lunch break like the rest of you.

But for now, rest is warranted, lest these posts turn to mindless rambling.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Lets Roll Out

The fris-kids came from nears and fars,
From ladies arms and under bars,
Firing up old VeeDub cars,
For a crack at Regionals North.

The weather, it was looking good,
Gran and Donnie - they felt wood,
The Byron gang, they knew they could,
And so they thundered forth.

Hamish, dreamt, the Force he saw
Si, Matt and Hugh, all running raw
The hopes of Townsville - Mighty Thor
Cruising into Brisbane town.

Firestorm's teams, all home in bed
Curfew time, Big Mike had said
Months of training, come to a head
Now its time to hammer down.

Rob and Jon, barbarian bosses
Pretty sure they'll give two tosses
Rolling drunks, they gather no mosses
At the Staffy, Friday night!

Finally, find fine Felix' friends
Fight fiercely shall, until the ends
AJ's will, it never bends
Fight fight fight fight fight fight fight!

And the ladies - Sultry Minx
Running hard and blushing pink
Flicks and hucks and kitchen sink
Until their very last!

Its Regionals baby once a year
Good hard ulti - have no fear
And afterwards we'll have a beer
Oh yeah all - it'll be a BLAST!

sorry ... I'm tired on a Friday night and it hasn't even started yet