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High rolling poker action. Glebe lowlifes and reprobates. JT on a conjugal visit from Long Bay.


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Only their mother can tell them apart.


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Jimmy - A really, really, ridiculously good looking cat.


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Straight from the pages of Who Weekly.


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J.R. "Bob" Dobbs, that LIVING GOD WHO WALKS THIS PLANET EARTH IN HUCKSTER'S SHOES.


Thursday, August 04, 2005

Sushi Train - Episode 3 

"He is just a magnificent moron. I fancy him less and less the more he opens his mouth."

Jake listened stonily to his sister, Emma. 'Are you listening or just watching my lips move?" she said.

An overweight man, wearing a shirt unbuttoned to his chest, was passing pieces of fishcake from his chopsticks to the chopsticks of an uninterested woman sitting next to him. "Look at that," he said to Emma, pointing at the couple. " At funerals, the Japanese traditionally pass cremated remains chopstick to chopstick. They're not for passing food."

"Don't point," she replied jerking his finger down." I'm sure they don't know that. Why would you pass cremated remains anyhow ? Why not straight into the box and under a lotus flower or something."

Jake rolled his eyes and stifled a grin. "So, the magnificent moron. When will you see him again ?"

"This Friday night," Emma said," and that's the last time. Pass me the soy sauce."

"Murasaki. It's called, Murasaki."

"Whatever," she smiled.

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