Thursday, 1 November 2007 | 5:05 pm
Why we need men
I know Audrey recent wrote a post about why women are the stronger sex, but well, we still need those stupid suckers. Just give me a minute to pick up the remains of my shattered feminist ego and I will tell you how I came about this amazing and astounding revelation.
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Ok. I'm back.
You see, I was trying to put together a shoe rack. That's right, your standard screw poles into frames sort. I pride myself on being more handy than your average female. Once, I put together an entire rowing machine for a friend of mine (I also finished it much quicker than a male would because I actually bothered to read the instructions). Anyhoo, this damn shoe rack was stumping me! I couldn't do it! You want to know why (apart from it being from Harris Scarfe and only costing 14 bucks)? BECAUSE I WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH. So there. We do need the bastards, if only to do all that manly macho stuff that doesn't require the use of brains or emotions.
Also, they make us women look good so we can't be getting rid of them just yet :)
Ok, enough of that. I'm going to tell you another story that will probably make feel as nauseous as I do right now. For lunch today, I bought myself lunch from a shop in Box Hill that shall remain unnamed. I will not tell you that it is next to Hawker House, sells pasta and is run by Asians. I ordered half spinach and pumpkin gnocci, half beef ravioli. I was absently eating it at home and watching tv when I felt something unchewable in my mouth so I spat it out thinking it was just burnt spinach or something.
It wasn't.
Try and guess what it was (Go on! Guess! I'll give you a clue)
It had 6 legs (Still don't know?)
and wings (I think you're getting the idea)
Approximately the size of my pinkie nail...
FRIED INSECT! OMFG!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! It died so quickly I could still make out the the shape of the wings and body. A BUG!! A BUG!!! AHHHH! *runs around kitchen screaming*
I washed my mouth out and tried not to throw up. I actually still feel kind of sick. Ugh. Don't eat at this unnamed shop in old Box Hill next to Hawker House that sells pasta and is run by Asians because they are actually trying to kill you.
With crispy insect love,
Mel
Pee.ess - I figure I won't get food poisoning because the insect was burnt black, that means all the germs must have died right? RIGHT?
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Ok. I'm back.
You see, I was trying to put together a shoe rack. That's right, your standard screw poles into frames sort. I pride myself on being more handy than your average female. Once, I put together an entire rowing machine for a friend of mine (I also finished it much quicker than a male would because I actually bothered to read the instructions). Anyhoo, this damn shoe rack was stumping me! I couldn't do it! You want to know why (apart from it being from Harris Scarfe and only costing 14 bucks)? BECAUSE I WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH. So there. We do need the bastards, if only to do all that manly macho stuff that doesn't require the use of brains or emotions.
Also, they make us women look good so we can't be getting rid of them just yet :)
Ok, enough of that. I'm going to tell you another story that will probably make feel as nauseous as I do right now. For lunch today, I bought myself lunch from a shop in Box Hill that shall remain unnamed. I will not tell you that it is next to Hawker House, sells pasta and is run by Asians. I ordered half spinach and pumpkin gnocci, half beef ravioli. I was absently eating it at home and watching tv when I felt something unchewable in my mouth so I spat it out thinking it was just burnt spinach or something.
It wasn't.
Try and guess what it was (Go on! Guess! I'll give you a clue)
It had 6 legs (Still don't know?)
and wings (I think you're getting the idea)
Approximately the size of my pinkie nail...
FRIED INSECT! OMFG!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! It died so quickly I could still make out the the shape of the wings and body. A BUG!! A BUG!!! AHHHH! *runs around kitchen screaming*
I washed my mouth out and tried not to throw up. I actually still feel kind of sick. Ugh. Don't eat at this unnamed shop in old Box Hill next to Hawker House that sells pasta and is run by Asians because they are actually trying to kill you.
With crispy insect love,
Mel
Pee.ess - I figure I won't get food poisoning because the insect was burnt black, that means all the germs must have died right? RIGHT?