The Evening Dessert Shake

It's Saturday night and once again, as for the last five years, I ain't goin nowheres!

So heres a little post-chore pick me up I'd like to share. Something to get you through the lonely hours.

It's the most debauched night of the week that I'm not a part of. For gods sake, I should be up to my eyeballs in female pubic hair twice by 8pm and I'm sitting here getting set for some Command and Conquer. The only boobs and vulva I'm getting tonight are heavily pixelated ones I can't touch. Oh how the mighty has FALLEN!!

But I digress. Here tis, the Evening Dessert Shake.

In a tall glass put

One part Frangelico
Two parts butterscotch schnapps
Two Parts Father O Leary's Cappucino.
One part Kalua

By now that tall glass should be half full. Keep pouring the schnapps if not. Fill to the top with milk. Sprinkle a moss bed of milo and nutmeg on top.

Hit that sucka!

Is it as good for you as it is for meeeeeeeeee........

night night.

I've started dancing at nights now.

Joy exists to be shared, in as retarded a manner as possible!


Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

Get a head in life.

I just seen what could possibly be the coolest thing ever. Cooler than the head of Master Cheif from the Halo 3 collectors edition.

I present to you, the head of Stewie Griffin!



This is the "box set" of all 7 seasons of Family Guy and the two "movies" (Untold Story and Blue Harvest" all packaged inside a head that measures 249mm x 355mm x 240mm!

Now if the Master Cheif head is anything to go by. You should be able to wear this one. However, you might have to unscrew some screws, and use a hot glue gun to glue it back together, BUT you could wear it.



Kinda like this dufus with his Halo helmet. Or like this one standing at the side of a freeway with a full suit on and a Energy Sword waving at the people driving by.

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Dorks.

New shoes blues.

Sounds familiar. Well it should. Not that I can go into details.

Two weeks ago I bought some new killer work boots, and by killer, I mean killer on my ankles. They are the same kind that I bought a couple of years back that felt like I was walking around with bricks strapped to my feet, and sand paper glued to my ankles. This time its just the sand paper.

Last week, I thought I broke the shoes in too. The pain went away, until yesterday when I walked to work. After I got home and pulled the boots off, I found my ankles were red raw.

FUCK do they hurt, and its a day later. I don't know if I can stand it any longer. Drugs might help.

Anyway, back to scam baiting.