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Test Post From BlogDesk
In order to save me some time when blogging, I downloaded this cool little app thingie. I will now upload an image of utter seriousness to see if this thing works, as well as tag this post in a few random categories. I’d appreciate your feedback of my awesomeness soonest.
Cats are being picked up on Sunday, btw. Awwwww. I’m going to be so bleak without the little shits.
Also, I have 4 up-coming late nights and I’m shitting meself. I’m old(ish) you know… I can’t be doing these things anymore.
Okay. ‘Till later. Luff you.
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So you like what you see? Well, I do. Thats what counts. A thank you speech:
So, a lot of you have mentioned that this is my 4th move in a year, and that you are now getting motion sickness. Ag toughies man, pull up your socks and take it like a man!
Hehe, ag I’m only joking. You’re right, of course. It has been a roller coaster ride following me around the interwebz and I thank you for those who have stuck with me through think and thin.
I originally was going to stick with my shebee.wordpress blog as it was simple and free and did the job. But those of you who know me that I am nothing if not extravagant, and quite frankly, it just wasn’t pretty enough for me. For the geeks though, I missed out on polls, plug-in’s, theme changing abilities and basically, the freedom a self-hosted domain gives you. I was sort of content with my lot, until a friend of mine opened up a can of worms not so long ago.
Paul aka Peel-a-keys: Dude. I have hosting abilities, shebee.co.za is free, why don’t you get the domain and I’ll host it for you? At first I reacted much like a cat to water. Most of you will remember what happened the last time I had my own blog… the host was found wanting, to put it very fucking politely. I didn’t want to give someone that control over me again, I was worried that a friendship would be compromised again, I was lazy to redesign the website all over… endless reasons, and so I turned him down.
And then my birthday came around the corner, and I think he tried to impress me so that I could send him virtual blowjobs, because next thing I knew, shebee.co.za was my domain, registered and ev’thing and just waiting for me to pluck my theme and paint it with perfume.
By the time I finally got around to it, I realized just how much prep he actually did for me. Most plug-in’s were already installed, and he set up the word press compatability for me. I literally had to install the theme and tweak it to my own requirements. Nevertheless, I feel very special and loved and spoiled by Paul, and would like to officially say thank you and also state that I owe him a blowjob in between hosting fees and whatnot.
Also, I would like to point out that I have found a man with the patience of a Tibetan monk, who explains things to me in lay mans terms, step by step and is unbelievably helpful. Thank you Elton, your encouragement and tips and rescues when I stuff up are invaluable to me. Aside from making me giggle, I’m lucky to have you on my contacts list 
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Then, finally, a special mention to Denny Coote(r). Ladies, this man has a sexy voice, let me tell you. Even when wired on mugg ‘n bean coffee after six hours. Thank you for coming to my rescue on Twitter last night just after I announced how badly I screwed up the style sheet of my theme.
Sorry, due to a proxy browser, the link button won’t show. So here’s where you need to click to read more about these divine modern day knights in shining armour:
PIELETIES: http://www.shebee.co.za/uncategorized/what-happens-behind-closed-screens
PAUL: http://pauldesousa.com
ELTON: http://eltonvanlingen.com
DENNY COOTER: http://denhamcoote.com
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Is Chivalry Dead?
I was just wondering, ya know?
Just this morning, one times old soul stood up for me when I walked into a room. His even older friend then held the door for me as I left. While speaking to another man behind a counter in the shops, a hat was lifted off a head in greeting my presence.
I think not. I would like to believe that one day, just one man relatively younger than, say, ninety fucking six years old will not be too cool to be this way. It is such a small effort on their part, but it really is most welcome on mine.
Come on, Men Readers, be honest now, how many of you do these little things? Do you notice the look of utter disdain and disappointment on your womans face when you don’t do it? Test it out for your self and see.
Long live Chivalry, I say!
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Is Chivalry Dead?
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Random Highlights
Things I have been part of as discussion this weekend:
- The Jan van Riebeck statuesque Flea manages to pull off when pished.
- The allowance of Flea being pregnant around the time of my pending marriage. Allowance being nil, I don’t want a fat bridesmaid; Pending marriage has yet to be decided on, with who, when or how I shall pledge my eternal love and life to one penoos*.
- The immense talent biscuit makers have. Someone should give The Bakersman a medal, like serious. Biscuits are the bomb.
- Joining in on the shitting out of Neighbour Jeremy, who happens to be married to Flea, who happened to be shitting him out, which is when I joined in. Men should never join a ladies quality evening together. It can be dangerous to insist on watching Die Hard 4 when the ladies have perfectly good chic flicks set aside. Dammit.
- The topic of being a hermaphrodite. That must be pretty confusing. Would you want to shag a boy with your cookie? Or a girl with your penoos? Or if you were really bored at home, would you be able to shag yourself?
- Mxiting with My friendly friend T, calling her now ex bf names & discussing which items of his belongings she should set alight in front of his house. She was sadly dumped late on Saturday night in a night club, in front of all his friends. I have renamed him to Anoos Puke.
High-lights of this weekend:
- I have decided to open up a school for scorned ladies, I shall call it: Bunnyboilers-R-us
- Pouring Rasberry flavoured Absolute Vodka on the rocks down T’s throat to soothe her heart ache. It worked, for about half an hour.
- Watching two monkeys get it on up in the tree above my bedroom window on Saturday night. Fuckers in every sense of the word, evidently.
- Chatting to Flea, knees perched ontop of my new green leather lounge suite, while she heats up a garlic roll in the microwave. I actually cannot even describe this to you, its way too unbelievable. She somehow managed to turn a normal garlic roll that needed heating up into a little black ball of charcoal. Using a MICROWAVE. Here, have some evidence:
What the garlic roll should look like:
How Flea destroyed it:
And that about sums it up. Hope yours was as interesting as mine.
*Penis, except you say it with a ‘oos’ instead of ‘is’. Sheena-style bebe, now thats what I’m talkin’ bout, yo.
