Student essay “Quote of the Day”: “The wealthy people in ‘Pride and Prejudice’ have big houses, expensive horses and carriages, and big balls.”
I’m still laughing.
Student essay “Quote of the Day”: “The wealthy people in ‘Pride and Prejudice’ have big houses, expensive horses and carriages, and big balls.”
I’m still laughing.
Tonight as I was driving home from work, Raf Epstein on ABC 774 was asking the audience what “crazy theories” they’d fallen for or actually believed.
Callers confessed to believing in ghosts and poltergeists and premonitions.
One female caller suggested that Mick Malthouse was a Collingwood plant at the Carlton Football Club, because it was the only way to make sense of the poor job he’s doing as coach.
“IKNOWRIGHT!” I said excitedly to nobody in particular. “That’s exactly what I’ve been saying for months!”
In fact, when Collingwood clobbered Carlton on Friday night, in Malthouse’s record-breaking 715th game as coach, my uncharacteristically few tweets were thus:

Personally, I’m not convinced that it’s such a crazy theory.
Besides, for a die-hard Carlton tragic, it beats believing that my team is so bad that they don’t need anyone to conspire against them in order to lose every week.
To play the board game called Articulate, a player must give clues for something specific without naming it or using particular words.
AD: Clue 1: It got bombed. Clue 2: It’s in Australia. 3. They made a movie of it.
Everyone is clueless.
AD: Pearl Harbour! Duh!
Me: Pearl Harbour isn’t in Australia, honey.
Awkward.
LMC: Hey, do you want to see something creepy?
Me: Creepier than you??
LMC: Oh, it IS me, though!
LMC: I love Bruno Mars.
Me: Are you going to marry him? *chuckle at old joke*
LMC: I’d do anything…
Me: Would you take a grenade for him?
LMC: *looks disappointed* …no.
A girl just walked into the library and said to her friends’ “I’m not wearing any pants!”
Shocked, one of her friends said, “WHAT!?”
The first girl lifts her dress up, oblivious to everyone else in the library, and says, “Ha ha, I’ve got my bathers on!”
The library was suddenly silent. Nobody wanted to look at her, so they all looked at me instead.
I asked her to put her dress down, and never lift it above her head at school again.
Everyone in the library went back to what they were doing, pretending the whole scene had never happened.