Boys Vs Girls

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[campy]

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Bad day so its cosmo time

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Boo

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All good now!

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that's good!

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[Scumhook]

Originally Posted by campy

Now that I know scum has "people, it has thrown my whole perception askew...this requires a new theory

Scumhook, known as Phil to his adoring wife Dorothy, is a 30 something I.T. specialist for an on line dating service in Western Australia. Scum works a grueling 6 hour work day where his interactions with customers and users is a constant reminder of how miserable he is in his life, not his home life which is a serene oasis from the stress and minutia .His actual home is a modern condo development in down town Victoria. His wife loves the clean lines, tidy exterior and prestige of the address. But scums heart lies on the coast of Dampier with his dreams of owning a little sea side cottage where he can walk the dogs along the beaches. Hugh ( a 10 pound Pug) and Jackman ( a 12 pound terrier) are scums furbabies and when he isn't cuddling with them on his recliner he's toting them around in his custom made canvas pet carrier the "Ride Along". Scums taste for Vegemite and cheddar sandwiches, gallons of warm Fosters beer with a side of pizza rolls as well as his complete and utter aversion to physical movement of any kind has led to the onset of an early cholesterol condition that his loving wife Dorothy has been fussing over for the last 6 months. Luckily scum has the appearance of a jovial chubby cherub his wife can't resist so no matter how many beers, sandwiches and pizza rolls he ingests his patient wife will tidy up the grease stains and offer a quick tug before bed...she is the light of his life.

There is one dark secret Scum has hidden from his family, a secret so disturbing to him he has yet to share it even with his closest ally, Dorothy. Scum has a fixation, a fetish if you will, for Canadians. He disguises his complete fascination as contempt but the truth is, he can't get enough of their cold endurance, their husky and domineering builds, their French English language laws. He dreams of the day he can revisit Winnipeg in January, slide down the Luge track in Calgary, Taste the Poutine in Montreal, Engage in the social scene in Toronto. One day, one day he will shake this mortal coil but before the inevitable Scum WILL find solace in the bottom of a bottomless pitcher of Sleemans Honey Brown while watching the Canadians whoop the Ass of the leafs in a bar the locals like to call a pub.

That's some impressive shit there campo...

However I must correct one point - I will never, ever, fucking ever, drink honey beer...

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