Dick Jokes: Social Lubricant for Social Retards

Titian moved out of our house on the weekend. Her stay was only ever temporary anyway, while her bungalow at her parents’ house got rebuilt after she “accidentally” burned it down (it’s amazing what people will do for the chance to live with us). I’m really sad she’s gone, as she was great fun to live with and to accidentally traumatise (plus, the look on her face each time one of us said something that would scar her indeliably was just so cute!). Also, it meant I had to give back her comics. Seriously, though, she was great to live with, and we’ll miss her a lot.

In the meantime, Deirdre’s sister Alison, who is also very good people, has moved into Titian’s old room. Unfortunately, I don’t think she’s as easily corruptible as Titian (having lived with Deirdre for a good chunk of her life already), but I guess we can only try.

In other ‘my weekend’ news (because really, nothing interesting has happened so far this week unless you happen to find detailed accounts of me skulking in the library at Uni until all hours of the night titillating), Stuart and I caught up with Ms Liah and her boy on Saturday night, and we went to see Sista She’s Comedy Fest act. They were really good; their songs were fantastic, their performances excellent. I guess my only criticism is that at times their banter seemed a little forced, and they didn’t always seem to engage the audience. My only real gripe is that they weren’t selling any CDs, grrr. But it was great to see them after singing along to ‘What R Yooze Girlz Doin?’ for so long.
On Sunday night, we hung out together again, for Liah’s birthday. She decided to make it a gangland-themed night, so we had dinner at the restaurant in Carlton where that guy was assassinated recently, and then the plan was to go back to Liah’s and watch The Godfather. Best sick birthday celebration idea ever!
I had to pass on the movie, what with having a meeting with a tutor the next day for an essay I was supposed to have started. I had a really good time at dinner though. I didn’t know many of Liah’s friends who were there, but that didn’t turn out to be a problem at all. Madonna was wrong: music doesn’t bring the people together, toilet humour does.

One Response to “Dick Jokes: Social Lubricant for Social Retards”

  1. Liah Says:

    Yay pee jokes!