Here's what ya do, Wenders. Put every thought you can imagine on 15 sheets of paper and call her collect. Then just read it. Serve her right. Then call Luke and read it. His head should be cleared up by now...

That's going to be a very small font.

She knows what she's doing...

If it wasn't for the fact that she repeats a lot of stuff, i wouldn't mind,

but there are only so many WORDS you can say Back, while listening for an hour.

Hey!  THAT's what i'll put on my 15 pages ~

Short Responses That Mean Uh, Huh.

(i would NEVER be able to Read, aloud, 15 pages without completely losing my voice, and when THAT happens, i'm pretty much Stuck Like Chuck on the phone with whoever.)

I'm growing to hate bars. I'm fucking inaudible.

'Scuse me?

*Shrugs. Nods. Looks around glumly at normal-voice people shouting to each other over the blasting music. Orders another beer using sign language.*

go to a better bar

Can you order drinks via SMS in Japan ?

some places have touch-pad menus

I have the natty boh guy tattooed on my arm.  I can just point.

Haha. Awesome!

go to a better bar

thank you

I know, I know. It's kind of sad, though, that it would only be a "better" bar in that it could cater to my timid voice.
I just realized why my favorite bars are the ones they are, though. They're all places with jukeboxes where people only pay for songs if it's a hell of a night.

all I can say right now is that drinking over here is fabulous fun. Sorry that's all I have right now

all I can say right now is that drinking over here is fabulous fun. Sorry that's all I have right now

this is pretty much true.

fyug tghifds

[immg]http://images.smh.com.au/2009/11/27/929396/droughtcrop-420x0.jpg[img]

fyug tghifds

His pants are up so we'll go with this:

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me"

Ok, that's something I never expected to read here.

We had an Australian exchange teacher in primary school who was fairly surprised to learn that we all knew Waltzing Matilda already, despite not having a fucking clue what most of it meant.

More info needed.

How the fuck...no, Why the fuck did you know it back then ?

I have no idea. Rolf Harris maybe?

ahh. yes. I keep forgeting you have been exposed to him.

I've known it from childhood due to growing up on Burl Ives.

I actually knew it as "Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen)", a war protest song by Tom Waits in the 70s before I learned all the verses to Waltzing Matilda.

And before I get abused again for being a Tom Waits fan, let me take this opportunity to say fuck you.

Is there an anti- Tom Waits undercurrent here?

Not to my knowledge. The only vaguely anti-TW thing I can remember saying is that Leonard Cohen is better.

I always gets persecuted for my taste in music. Always I tells ya!