Without wishing this to sound like a "Dear Diary" douchenozzle piece of crap... Had a very boozy lunch with Gordon MacMillan, which after consuming a giant fucking Mullet... (Look it up if you don't know what that is) we then wasted the afternoon away in a lovely pub talking about politics, movies... Oh, and blogging and the fucked up ad biz. But honest Mr, Hesseltine, he was being very fucking productive. You should give him a giant raise!!! He's the kind of guy you should treasure... Going for dinner soon with the speakers of the Under The Influence conference... I shal hope to post more when I get back... If I can. Cheers/George.
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No... Not that kind of mullet!!!
That is the mullet to end all mullets. Makes me think of Crocodile Dundee: "That's not a knife, THIS is a knife."
Well, THAT right there is a fucking MULLET.
Just, wow.
Posted by: pat smith | April 16, 2008 at 01:24 PM
Please take a minute to heck Page 3. Cheerio!
Posted by: Auntie Christ | April 16, 2008 at 06:12 PM
"CHECK", not heck....
Posted by: Auntie Christ | April 16, 2008 at 06:13 PM
what the fuck are you talking about?
this blog makes less and less sense every day. it's like reading a fat girl's diary.
Posted by: tranquil izod | April 16, 2008 at 10:39 PM
Tranquil...
No one's making you read this... So, why don't you fuck off.
Cheers/George
Posted by: George Parker | April 17, 2008 at 04:13 AM
you're like a fat girl that nobody wants to dance with. what flavor of low-cal yogurt did you have for breakfast george?
oh wait i know: nobody cares
Posted by: tranquil izod | April 17, 2008 at 10:15 PM