Shout out to Butch

I came across this T-shirt in town today, and thought I would try out my new video camera. This is a shout out to Butch, who has fallen, according to my Best Man's speech, "under the claws of matrimony."




"That's it, man. Game over, man! Game over!"
~Pvt. W. Hudson
Aliens

Communists have gained a foothold in my teeth

The last time I went to the dentist back in 91, the Soviet Union still existed and the Communist bastards were stuck behind the Iron Curtain. But that was a long time ago, and since then the Bolsheviks have been busy.

Today, surveillance footage from the local dentist's X-ray machine has shown that they have set up some kind of commune in one of my lower-left teeth (it probably has a technical name, but I'm not exactly a dentist). If they are not stopped, other teeth will fall until the dark shroud of tyranny falls across my mouth.

The Dentist and I didn't get off to the best start. I have an extremely strong gag reflex (which in this modern day world of plastic surgery is the only thing keeping me back from my promised career) . As such, I may have bitten him once or twice. Now he knows what pain feels like! I'll probably need a filling when I get back from Japan. And another loan to pay off the current loan I took out to pay for the appointment in the first place.

(*Goes to gargle some fluoride mouthwash*)

Tonight there will be drunken revelry that starts at a South African steak house called Zebras that might spill over into Fremantle. I'll keep you posted.

Testing, testing

Okay, here we go with Blog 2.0. I might change the name back to 'The Vegemite Shogunate/Restoration," but first I'm going to sleep on it.

Coming up in further installments- the mad scramble to get out of the country and on my way to the Land of the Rising Sun in three weeks , replete with parties, dentist appointments, trips to the consulate and even an actual wedding

Oh what fun lies in wait...

~Blakey