the funny
a very schizo day
christ i hate when i have a bad #thedotspot show. it’s not so cool when 30 seconds into a 2 min show i realise my brain isn’t quite up to speed and i don’t remember – uh, um.. WORDS! (yes that’s it! WORDS!) and that i all i want to actually say the person asking [...]
Dot’s Mr Face of Movember
LOOKIT! it’s SPARKY. he’s the one freak of four that actually reads comments on my blog. he also sends me funnies and gives me cool music and movies. we like sparky. (he’s single and lookin’ ladies — i’d be all over it but his annoying healthy-ness and gentlemanly ways preclude me from falling in love [...]
sense and sensuality (part 1)
look. i have my moments of crying into my pillow, gnashing my teeth and writhing in professional jealousy as my peers get actual books published, regular opinion columns placed in actual magazines and blog awards sold to them thrown their way in recognition of their genius, creativity and sheer brilliance of spirit. i’m not bitter [...]
fun for the whole family
Air Sex World Championships cos who doesn’t want to look like a ‘tard under hypnosis in frontof thousands of people Contestants will ‘thrust, grab and motorboat their way for two minutes, while covering all the bases of the air sex experience: meeting, seduction, foreplay, intercourse and, if successful, afterglow’. got your ‘o’ face ready to [...]
i could’ve danced all night
although i am pleased to announce that my mojo is mostly back i feel i have to point out that waking up at 8.20 on a SUNDAY morning is UNACCEPTABLE after only getting into bed at 5.00 AM. why my body does this is a mystery to me. if i was not smoking, as i [...]
dead things…
my heart. hahahahaha. no that’s not true. just seemed a funny follow up. ha ha ha ha hmmm… anyhoo. i’ve never held a fascination for dead things. as in, things that were once alive but are now dead. they don’t interest me particularly. not dead people, not dead flowers, roadkill, fossils, pets… not even shells [...]
FOB necessitates lame joke post : 1
An Alsatian went to a telegram office, took out a blank form and wrote, “Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof.” The clerk examined the paper and politely told the dog: “There are only nine words here. You could send another ‘Woof’ for the same price.” “But,” the dog replied, “that would make [...]
