Trent! Your dad’s visiting! Or perhaps it’s your older brother. Or your uncle. Whatever, I know it must be a close relative because the voice has a similar timbre. And I know he’s an older relative because when you both laugh your arses off in unison, his laughter turns into a hacking cough a bit sooner than yours does. There’s not much in it though. If you guys were female you could do the voiceovers for Marge Simpson’s sisters. I’ve learned so much about your family dynamics from listening to your conversations all day. All day. All damn day. Golf, footy, fishing, women, Centrelink. You’ve covered everything, I reckon. I used to think the Gamut was a fun run until your marathon gabfest. Now I know it’s more like an actual marathon than a fun run. Lucky for me, I didn’t have to miss anything because the boys went out to a barbeque today so the house was relatively quiet. I particularly enjoyed hearing about your golfing prowess and your skills with a ‘noynoyan’. I couldn’t figure out what that was, by the way. I Googled it but the only result was Noynoy Aquino, who is apparently the President of the Philippines. Something I didn’t know, so thanks for the education, even if I’m fairly certain you’ve never played golf in the Philippines. If you discount the stuff about how to rort the social security system (which, by the way, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear) that’s two new things you’ve taught me today. Here’s something you might not know. If you look up the word ‘rort’ in the dictionary, the first definition you will see is “rowdy party or celebration” and the second is “a dishonest scheme”. Either way, you are without a doubt the king.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 07:35:31 +0000
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