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The first rule of Passive Aggressive Club is sure, just talk about Passive Aggressive Club all you want. It's fine. Go ahead, I don't mind.
My washing machine beeps for a problem, but it has trouble being more specific. "What's that, little guy? Timmy's fallen down the well?"
There's nothing sexier than a smart woman. This is a problem, because nobody smart enough to be interesting is stupid enough to date me.
If you’re a dude and you want to offer the ladies some advice after hearing the terrible news about Ms Meagher, just shut up instead.
You know, you guys are right: it makes Twitter *even better* when you take your pants off first.
Just got myself an iPhone. If you're wondering how long it took me to get chocolate on it, shut up.
Just did a set of push-ups for the first time in six weeks. I guess what I'm trying to say is ...
... would someone please help me up?
Throwing out several empty pizza boxes in my apartment block's dumpster, and just like that, I invented a new Walk Of Shame.
Australia’s election processes are the envy of the world:
1. Secret ballot
2. Preferential voting
3. Compulsory voting
4. Democracy Sausage
About to cook my signature dish, "whatever's in the fridge, thrown together with rice."
Any time I start to worry I might be getting too happy, I log on to Internet banking and check my balance. Perspective's a bitch.
Hairdresser: What'll it be? Me: Make me beautiful. Hairdresser: Um. I, well, I ... I have scissors ... I guess ...
Cute guy bought me drinks. Should I have told him I'm not gay or just that I don't drink rum?
How many Calories in a bottle of sauvignon blanc? Asking for a friend. A fat, alcoholic friend.
Going to keep working 'til 7, pick up a sixpack and a pizza, and when both are finished, fall asleep on the couch in a pool of my own tears.
Boss suggested I publish this closure report. I think it was a compliment, but she may have been criticising my use of epic Norse verse.