Corner of solitude

Finally I’ve reached 23, sigh. LET’S PARTAY! Now where are those cuban cigars? They’re never around when you need one. Ah, I just remembered, I don’t smoke.

That’s right folks yours truly is 23 as of today. That means I’ve notched up not one, not two, not even three, but at least twenty three years of existence on this God forsaken world of ours we have come to love and know as home, called Earth. It’s pretty hard to believe I’m 23 years old, my mum can’t believe it either, she keeps thinking I’m still a baby and in need of a diaper change every time I cry. Har Har Har, actually that was just a joke by the way . . . about the crying that is, not the diaper changing bit, boom tish!

A lot of people say 23 is a magic number, I think not! I have a very good reason for thinking it’s not a magic number, and that reason is because I don’t believe in magic. I tell people this all the time, and they just cry out “what about that movie?” And I say “what movie?” “You know the movie, 23? and then I say “you mean the one starring Jim Carey who goes wacko about the number 23?” And when they nod I say “oh, that piece of shite.” Yep, that dude hasn’t made a great movie since Ace Ventura : When nature calls. I used to think he was funny, and I’d LMAO all the time, like in The Mask.

Sure 23 is associated with a lot of amazing things or people. Take Michael Jordan for instance, everyone knows his Chicago Bulls number is 23, but he isn’t magical, trust me … I mean he’s no Magic Johnson, now that guy must’ve been magical otherwise he wouldn’t be called Magic, right?

Another person associated with 23 or he associated himself with it, is Shane “Warnie” Warne. Yeah I rate him as a spin bowling freak and one of the greatest cricketing legends of all time but he’s hardly magical, I don’t see him with little fairy wings flying all over the place. The only other thing amazing about him is the rate of ladies he could pick up, rumours indicate his got a better average than his bowling, better than 23 at least. No folks, I wouldn’t call good ol’ Warnie magical I just call him damn lucky . . . the bastard!

I was planning on going out tonight, but it’s raining as usual. Anyway I’m off to see the folks round the back, and get back into some heavy beverage. Party on Dudes and Dudettes!

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