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food, drink, monkeys, and beats from the dairy air of mondovi, wisconsin, the streets of minneapolis, and the sands of bondi beach, australia
SPEAK...
AIM is pntyrdr1 Email Seppo: kris dot sipe at gmail dot com
EAT ME!!!
Beef Bourguignon
Bitchin' Baked Paella Risotto Magic Stuffed Salmon Chicken Wild Rice Soup Chili Prawn Penne 3 2 1 Spatchcock! Tomato Basil Fettuccine Chili Con Seppo Blueberry Boat Roast Marinated Buffalo Mozzerella Grilled Swordfish with Mango Salsa Miss. Highco's Creme Brulee
ON THE IPOD...
 Sufjan Stevens - Come on Feel the Illinois
  The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday
 Nickel Creek - Why Should the Fire Die
FOR THE BOOKCLUB...
PREVIOUSLY ON...
95 Kg Tuna
Gay Post of the Week Bonsai Croc and Roll French, Yes, Gay, Not so Much I Could Spit on a Stranger Outfoxed! Heat Wave!!! Bitched at Swirth Sydney Supernova
WHEN?
WHERE?
blogger all music guide college music journal internet movie database slayage urband legends archive tripple j all zone 4 dvd grimsey records britneyfreak Blogger Boobiethon Starlight Foundation Sydney Morning Herald Apple Torrentspy MacRumors
Favs, Fads and Friends
Gideon's Bible Whatevs Stereogum Rollertrain Lou's Page of... Memoirs from the Edge RADhole Thighs Wide Shut Cityrag Goldenfiddle 1115 That Ashley Girl President Peabs PhotoSydney Ms. Fits Drew's Blog-O-Rama Sarah's So Boring SynapticBlur BakedZiti Daily Refill Jeffrey Mimi Emancipated NY Hotlist sdrawkcab sti Pink = New Blog Brave World NYC You Aint No Picasso Berkeley Palace Fluxblog My Dad at Vinifera Minnesota
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Monday, May 31, 2004
 Dr. Alice has had enough of the wanabes that are starting to pop up at her venues. She asked me to post the following. She's an indie Sylvia Plath!
Fashion Mullet Rock n Roll hair that covers your eyes
... Seppo 3:37 pm...
 My Monkey is Grilled!
More recovery time please! Another big weekend with plenty o' birthday fun. Friday night checked out the newly opened Mint Bar at the Intercontinental Hotel for Ms. Highco's birthday. No Buzz. The place was attempting to be trendy, with industrial minimalist fittings circa 2003. Plasma TV's played Kylie, and table service was offered, but it still felt like someone's basement. Several references were made to placing our keys in a bowl, as it had a certain sleazy swingers vibe. I will not be returning unless dragged (or drugged). Saturday I attended an interesting party in which I showed up with a case of Carlton Draft, only to find that they had a waiter their to serve everyone cocktails and such. I walked around for the rest of the party with a beer in one hand and a martini in the other, and learned quite a bit about the art of breeding Japanese fighting fish (first rule of thumb, males don't play well with other males). I was dressed a bit like "Guns" Springsteen, so I really didn't fit the part. There was a lot of sugar daddy with young men kinda thing going on, and it freaked me out a bit. There was a beautiful trendy lookin' Sydney type thing who I tried to do a bit of what what flirt flirt with, until she showed me the Vogue expose on her and her partner's lesbian wedding. The brie was good, however.
... Seppo 12:55 pm...
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
 My Coco!
They don't sell Root Beer here in Australia, except in Chinatown, for some reason. I don't know why Asians have a thing for A & W, I guess it will remain a mystery along with their fascination with Hello Kitty. If there was more Root Beer, I don't know if I would avoid the strong stuff on a Friday night, but I hope I never get in this situation. It led me to think that Stellastarr*'s My Coco could be about the sign language aficionado, Koko the Gorilla! Catch the video, which features my favorite pastime. GMAIL Invites are the New Trucker's Hat If you haven't heard of GMAIl yet, it's Google's new web based email system. It offers 1 GB of free space, has extremely advanced spam filtering, and a very clean interface with no obtrusive blinking ads. I have really enjoyed using it, as for the first time in years, I can actually read my email upon sign on, rather than having to clear up space on Yahoo Mail, and sort through a bunch of Viagra ads. Obviously the spammers don't know how virile this Seppo is. GMAIL invitations are given out to employees of the company, and to certain users. Apparently no one knows exactly how the invitations are allocated. GMAIL invites are currently selling on ebay for up to $50 bucks a pop. A site has been set up to swap gmail addresses for anything of value. Want an online girlfriend for a month, a motorcycle tour of Sydney, all you need is a little G, baby. Have a look and see if you have any suggestions as to what I should swap my two GMAIL invites for, or if you want one, tell me why.
... Seppo 9:17 am...
Monday, May 24, 2004
I just got off the phone with Konky, who is visiting China, and he is picking up my new Pentax Optio S4i camera. I thought I would end up with a huge discount, but paying $450 for a $600 camera is pretty good, I guess. I wish I had it now so I could bring it to the Josh Rouse concert tomorrow night. Hopefully it won't get stolen by strippers, like Grambo's.  Paris, Victoria
Paris and Nicky Hilton have been doing it up Melbourne stizz, showing up to Boutique at 1.30 am in a Lamborghini. Sippin' on Moet and smokin' the girls attracted a bunch of onlookers, but seemed to behave themselves (Milsy did not make an appearance). Paris did get up and mime to her new single, "Screw." He he, apparently Paris thought Kylie was in the audience, and ran over squealing "Did you like it?" Turns out it was an impersonator in drag. Whoops. ADD My Ass Yep, I get ADD too when I get completely trashed. Someone needs to stop making excuses for the Bulldogs, who now claim that Willie Mason suffers from ADD. They believe that this is the reason for his making abusive calls after a booze up. Sorry boys, booze plus testosterone equals bad decisions at three in the morning. Real men would admit it.
... Seppo 3:35 pm...
A busy weekend of birthday parties and Rugby League has come to pass. I have discovered a way to avert my hatred of all things team sport. Simply bet a large amount of money on the favorite team of your drinking companions. Suddenly, you appear as the teams biggest supporter, little to your friends know that you are actually hoping to win enough for a bottle of Veuve.  Pantyraider's Dream
Go ahead and snap some photos in your undies and send them to the Only Undies Club. Set up a profile and get your knickers seen! Also a great resource to find a party to get your Love Kylies out. The Spanish Apartment Check out my review of The Spanish Apartment, for All Zone 4 DVD. Please take note of the phrase beautiful, button nosed Audrey Tatu.
... Seppo 10:39 am...
Saturday, May 22, 2004
 Girls Eating Bananas
Hung over this weekend, looking for something to do? Delight yourself with the largest collection of girls eating banana's on the internet. Need I say more?  Paris Pants
Buffy's sandals, Lindsay Lohan's scarf, what can't you get on ebay. Why not pick up Paris Hilton's Pants? They haven't even been washed yet. You might end up with some of her DNA as well!
... Seppo 4:15 pm...
Friday, May 21, 2004
 Pigsy!!!
It looks like the sexiest girl in the Blogosphere was on the same wavelength as me about the helper monkeys, except that someone sent her this picture of a DJ monkey, and all I got was a picture of that freak from Monkey Magic. Now I have to be reminded of the fact that everyone called me Pigsy when I first moved to Australia. Thanks Errol!  It's just a simple line... I use it all the time...
Speaking of sexy bloggers, thanks Gijyun, for the link to her fantastic Azure Ray post. Not only does this girl have a great sense of humour, get to travel with her kick ass big sister, but she gets paid to blog! I am a bit cautious, however, since I have had bad experiences with girls who step on to the G. Love tour bus.
... Seppo 1:26 pm...
Thursday, May 20, 2004
G'day Bruce My main man with the big guns, Bruce Springsteen has a requested a permit to play Central Park during Bush's speech to the Republican National Convention. Bruce says he wants to offer "counterprogramming to the message the Republicans will be broadcasting." Good on ya, mate. Via Grambot.  Monkey U
Want to make Seppos day, mention monkeys. Want to really make his day, send him pictures of monkeys. Ok, this little monkey is named Kristi, so mom, even if I never give you grandchildren, it seems that you have a namesake. Kristi is a capuchin monkey, and goes to monkey college in Boston. At the end of a long day, the student simians relax by watching the Food Network, newscasts, cartoons and even at times wildlife network Animal Planet "although it's very scary to some of them," said Judi Zazula, executive director of Helping Hands. Once Kristi graduates, she will move on to help disabled people. I have been suggesting to colleagues for years that I should have a monkey PA. WTF do I have to do to get a monkey helper. Would it be worth it to stick hand in copier in order to receive a monkey companion?
... Seppo 12:02 pm...
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Can you Please Use the Word in a sentence? It's a sad day that after those four years spent getting my Journalism degree that people have been tracking down Pantyraider while searching for Lasaugna. Can I sell a vowel, please? Thunder Thighs I was able to track down these surveillance photos of Lindsay Lohan and the Thigh Master. Very disturbing. 
... Seppo 10:35 am...
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
 Still Buzzing...
...and no sign of slowing down. No not the good kind... I mean buzzing like the busy beeatch that I am. When there is a slight lull in the work flow, Chopper and I have been discussing this weeks music purchases, as double the ipod equals half the price, and I mentioned that Phantom planet and Stellastarr* would be mine. His response was "Who is Phantom Planet." I explained that they were a band made up of the children of actors and actresses, they met in a Pizza Hut, and as actors, made appearances on Sabrina the Teenage Witch, etc. I also mentioned Jason Schwartman and the whole Rushmore thing. One of my co-workers turned to me and said, "Is that the movie with the kid who writes the plays, that was a shit movie." What???? I sit and hold my tongue all the time, trying not to offend people when they talk about the merits of Nickelback, and even fell in love with a girl who was counting down the days until the opening of Daddy Daycare, but as soon as I mention my passions, I am an easy target. My best friends complain when they have to listen to my music at parties, my mix cds are never picked for road trips. I have even heard asides of "what the fuck is Seppo playing." Why does it seem taboo to criticize mediocre crap, but ok to make fun of people who are a little left of center (well, and in my case, kinda gay acting). Seth Cohen, I feel your pain. Speaking of which... I was watching episode 19 of The OC last night, and heard the original version of New Evolution by Azure Ray. Since I picked up the MP3 of the Postal Service remix on Stereogum, it has been my song of the year, and I listen to it almost every morning. The original sounded fantastic as well, so I think I'll have to make another purchase, as Azure Ray hasn't failed me since they were the house band on Buffy.  The REAL Princess Madeline
When little girls play dress up, this is their aspiration. Sorry TM, but Lindsay Lohan aint got nothing on the grace and beauty of my girl royalty, yo! After making a call to a Swede, I did not get much information about my Maddy, except for that she is in cohabitation with someone. My Norwegian Wood comment was well received, however. Full name: Madeleine Therese Amelie Josephine Born: Drottningholms Slott - June 10, 1982 Lives: Drottningholms Slott, Stockholm Baptized: Slottskyrken - August 31, 1982 Confirmed: August 16, 1997 in Vadstena Titles: Princess of Sweden, Duchess of Halsingland & Gastrikland Parents: King Carl XVI Gustaf & Queen Silvia Sister: Crownprincess Victoria Brother: Prince Carl Philip School: Graduated from Enskilda Gymnasiet in Stockholm on the 1st of June, 2001 - now attending The University of Stockholm Eyes: Blue Music: Listens mostly to pop For those interested in learning more about Madeline, she loves horse riding, skiing, the spice girls and especially Norwegian Americans who have relocated to Oceana. Sorry boys, bovs.
... Seppo 2:35 pm...
Monday, May 17, 2004
Says Who?
Yes, well, they may be art students, but Franz Ferdinand are no wussies. It seems that Alex Kapranos and Nick McCathy were ready to beat down Eminem's body guard.
Troy Story
I have been known to do a few movie reviews myself, for AllZone4DVD, but none could compare to the the thigh master's hilarious review of Troy.
... Seppo 11:17 pm...
Phew... thank goodness for Googles Cache of pantyraider, we are back on in record time. I have learned a valuable lesson from this little misshap. No matter how pretty the new templates are for blogger, do not attempt to have a little look at the code to see what you can steal, as it will come back to haunt you. Ok, well, I may steal a bit, but I'll try to remember to save off the old version first.
... Seppo 1:06 pm...
As you can see, I just lost my entire template due to Bloggers Enhancements... Please bear with me as I try to fix this.
... Seppo 10:40 am...
Suicide is Painless  While I was trying to recover from my hellish workweek over the weekend, I was fast forwarding to this weeks episode of Angel (Charisma's brief return to the show, which was very disappointing). In my fast forwarding I caught the end of the piece of schlock that is "Celebrity's Uncensensored," and was really grossed out by a particular segment. The camera followed Mr. Hugh Hefner around as he was flanked by many an enhanced blonde, the girls giggled, stroked him, as he groped their spandex clad bottoms. Now, I am as big a fan as there ever was of the female form, but yuck, that shit was just a turnoff. So, suddenly I discover Suicide Girls. These girls are ready to take down the whole Playboy Mansion Eliza Dushku stizz. It's really awesome to see a group of beautiful women display their sexuality, and their individuality. Please note that SG is not work appropriate. 5 by 5 - Beeeatch...
... Seppo 9:15 am...
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
 In almost every interview with a beautiful starlet, they make some crack about how they were never asked out in High School, as they were gawky and unattractive. Us horny men think, right, I would have been right there Cindy Crawford... You would have been my prom date Jennifer Garner, and yes, Courtney Cox, I would have made you my wife. However, I have had first hand experience with this phenomenon. I went to see the film Drop Dead Gorgeous and was quite taken by the "Michelle" character. I knew I had seen her before, but I couldn't figure out from what film. ...until I realized that I smooched her in High School.
"Shit, that's Lauri Sinclair... we were in choir together, for god sakes, and she was a real beret wearing drama mutant. What happened?" (Side note: From her choice of outfits on the redcarpet pic to the upper left, I see she hasn't improved her fashion sense). Which leads us to....... The Sexual Evolution of Kate Beckinsale 
As of late, there seems to be a lot of discussion as to the hotness of Kate Beckinsale (Lindsay Lohan aside, obvs). Yesterday Uncle Grambo posted the picture to the right, which shows a, well, to be frank, kind of frumpy, girl at the party in the corner kinda Kate. So, using Grambo's image, which my research has dated somewhere in the area of December, 1993 (Kate at 20yrs) let us follow the transformation of Kate from frumpy to humpy...  One year from our base case (Kate at 21yrs), Kate appears to have gone a step backward, with a bit of a boy cut and some seriously weird eyebrow action. Definitely frumpy. At 22, our Kate was the star of the BBC produced Cold Comfort Farm. This is the first time I saw Kate on film. I really enjoyed the film at the time, and was not to know it was a precursor to a much bawdier work with Paris Hilton, entitled The Simple Life. As you can see to the right, Kate while looking a touch cuter, is still quite frumpy.  definitely a fake number make out situation if you ran into her at the pub. At this time, as Kate's career began to take off, she also starred in Haunted. Sorry boys, those nude scenes are a body double. Kate doesn't take to showing her bits.
 Ok, moving on to 1998, with Kate at 25, we find her staring in The Last Days of Disco, the final installment of Whit Stillman's Trilogy. I saw the movie, I though she was pretty cute, a bit skinny... I'd probably take her over Chloe, but, definitely not yet a hotty... If you haven't seen this film, or any in the Stillman's Trilogy (ie Cosmopolitan and Barcelona) please go and rent them now... At 26 Kate starred with my old neighbor, Claire Danes, in Brokedown Palace definitely taking the back burner. She was looking cute, but only in a Stanford student sexy kind of way.
 At 28, Kate made Titanic II, I mean, Pearl Harbor. I haven't had the time to see this film, and to be honest, if someone sat me down with a free copy of the DVD, a tub of popcorn and a giant Root Beer, I wouldn't TAKE the time to see this mockery. However, Kate is starting to look kind of sexy here, in that period piece sort of way. Not yet MEOW, but maybe a puuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr....
...and so, as Kate was turning thirty one, the final transformations began. A bit of teeth whitening, a trip to the salon for some Tigi product and a bit of a color, vacation with English friends in Ibiza to give the pomme some colour, a few months of pilates, and finally some shopping with Carson of Queer Eye Fame, and the final woman, as produced by so many lovely and caring folks at Universal, just in time for the release of Van Helsing and ready for her Diet Coke Ad is revealed. Voila. 
... Seppo 1:48 pm...
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
 Bzzzzzz....
As we are coming up to the end of our financial here in Australia, I have become as busy as a bee, and have come to find myself finding every extra bit of time precious, ...my precious... Tonight finds me spreading germs and bad manners at the Randwick Children's Hospital. Anyway, there is so much interesting stuff happening in the world, and I feel that I am missing out on so much of it. I have a brand new issue of the New Yorker at home gathering dust, and there are so many great blogs to get stuck into. One such belongs to Charges Rollertrain who's command of the written word has me jealous, and who's knowledge of the porn industry has me, well, typing one handk akd d;kjld. Her coverage of the HIV quarantine in LA is in depth, much better than the Onion, who suggest that the industry should move more towards snuggling. Could be a good excuse to make Silver Spoonsville 4 (hardcore cuddles all the way). I also wanted to mention how much I have been enjoying Scott Sallayb's Left of the Dial at Radio 365. I had to find some old speakers to hook up to the Powerbook, so that I could listen as I'm cleaning the room, taking a shower, etc. His playlist is as diverse as you get, pulling out old Judybats, Uncle Tupelo, Replacements, Husker Du, and even new classics by kick ass bands like Stellastar* He was also kind enough to thrown in my favorite Minnesota classic, Three Strange Days, by School of Fish.  Prince of Yawns
I am growing tired of hearing about Mary Donaldson and her life with Crown Princess Frederik. If either of them had some charisma, it would be a different story. Has Frederik actually met anyone else from Tasmania? Does he know that he may have to eat possum stew and listen to dueling banjos when her cousin Jethro comes to check out the castle?  Dear Delta,
I understand that you are dating a very handsome Greek tennis player, and that you have just finished filming a new movie, Hating Alison Ashley, and that you are kind enough to return to Neighbours to film some final scenes... BUT, and it's a big BUT, you can afford a better wig!  I know that you had cancer, and that you are very strong for pulling through, but you look more like Delta Burke!
XOXOX Seppo
... Seppo 2:52 pm...
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Monday, May 10, 2004
What, what? Chuckers Anyone? A lovely weekend indeed, in a periodical sense. Friday evening began at the oldest pub in Sydney, the Lord Nelson, moved to The Customs House Bar. The remainder of the night was spent at the beer soaked New South Wales Rugby Leagues club, where yours truly is a member, and enjoys the benefits of paying less than $3 for a schooner of Resches. Needless to say, we didn't stay too late, as many of our party (I will not mention names for protections sake, but let's just say that someone lost their handbag in a bit of a stupor). Saturday was for recovery, and I had a fantastic Duck Confit at Onde, which has never failed me. Their specials and staple fare are done so well (their polenta is to die for) and even though they seem to be very busy most of the time, they always seem to be able to find you a table. For those in Sydney, Onde is located in Darlinghurst at 346 Liverpool St Darlinghurst, Sydney and it has Seppo's stamp of approval. After trying to make it to a birthday party and finding that Mars Lounge had a line out the door, me, Konky and Mrs. Konky decided to head to the old stand by, Soda Bar at the Golden Sheaf Hotel. 
Sunday Konky, and I were off to the Polo at Windsor, chin chin, what what... We had the pleasure of the company of the lovely Ms. P. of Sothebys, who seems to have a penchant for polo players. I suppose it's hard for young ladies to resist the smoldering eyes of large men in white pants carrying mallets, while on a big STEED. Another couple joined us, who were very fun, until I realized that I seemed to be the only member of the group who hadn't partied with Prince Harry. We managed to get through a bottle of bubbly, two bottles of wine, a six pack of Budwieser and a six pack of XXXX Gold. On the way home, there were lively discussions of the fact that every polo player seems to be named Dick... which led to more speculation about Ms. P's infatuation. Plenty of Dick at the polo... hmmmm....
... Seppo 2:39 pm...
Thursday, May 06, 2004
 ...I think I'll Go for A Walk Outside, The Summer Sun's Calling My Name...
Had to bring a bit of a very Brady lyric into this beautiful Sydney day... Let it be know that Australian designers are going for a different stizz for this years Bikini bottoms, and trying to add more Brazilian butt. Hopefully more on Fashion week later... um, and if anyone can get me tickets to any event, please let me know. Michael Moore's new documentary Fahrenheit 911 has been denied distribution by Marimax parent Disney. The film is critical of George W., obvs, and apparently links the Bush family to Osama. I often disagree with Moore's tactics, and take issue with the fact that as a supposed champion of the working class, he often demeans them (policeman especially). However, his documentaries, including both TV Nation, and The Awful Truth are very poignant. I am wondering if anyone at Disney has actually seen his collective works, as companies who stand in the way of his beliefs have not faired to well. One look at panic stricken K-Mart execs with injured Columbine survivors should be enough to make Disney wake up. Very stupid move.
... Seppo 11:37 am...
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
 Craptastic!
As if the morning couldn't go any worse. Back from vacation and bombarded with shyte! Wake up late, don't want to get up, put on my favorite Benetton suit and Mr. Bean informs me there is "some kind of stain on the back." Realize when trying to pay for the bus that I only have New Zealand coins (all I've got are these damn Nepalese coins...), bus drives around the entire world because there is a "crane down" at the site of the southern hemisphere's largest shopping centre, and finally get to work half an hour late. Then, to make things worse, I find out from Jessica Blueprint that Mischa Barton is a PDA slut! I have now decided to officially declare that I have switched my obsessiveness to that of Rachel Bilson, as she has grown on me (and is closer to my age), and she has the cutest smile on TV.  Also noted in comments on said post is that Bloggers are obsessed with Britney and the O.C. Now, I can certainly take or leave Britney... although my LA tour guide (and savior from AA meetings) Mike Kasem says she is worth it all (two degrees beaaaaaaaaach). However, the fact that I have lost several hours of sleep due to going to bed at 2.30 because I was trying to find EPISODE 12, I have to admit obsessiveness on the latter. I have gone to the ends of the earth to find it, and have had no luck anywhere. Suggestions?
 Alias Schmalias
I had to quick throw in my tape of last weeks Alias, before I watched this weeks Alias last night and realized that the show is a complete waste of time. Who in hell writes this show! The plot lines make a Charlie Koughman movie simple to follow, the dialogue is corny, there are product placements for the Ford F'in Focus and the action sequences look like they were made with toys. So, I sit and sit, waiting for Ms. Garner to dress up in some sexy costume while the rock song of the moment (generally No Doubt) plays, all in slo mo hair in the wind stizz! I am a slave to glossy moving images of girls with sexy lips and well defined jaw bones. Certainly Felicity would never had to resort to the "going back in time" episodes if they would have dressed up our little super spy (yes, that is where Jen met poor, poor Scott Foley) in boob enhancing leather, and played a little bit of "Nookie"... (speaking of which, has anyone else noticed that everyone from Felicity has appeared in Scrubs) I think I may have to put aside Alias in favor of Girls Gone Wild 17.
... Seppo 10:36 am...
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Shrek is Sheared, Seppo's Back... As we get Ms. Highco's new digital camera up and functioning, I'll be revisiting my glorious trip to New Zealand, and it's impact upon my psyche... Apparently there was a malfunction while I was away, and Chopper was not able to make in updates, so any visits to the site would be stuck starring at a crappy cartoon map of King Country, New Zealand. ...and yes, Shrek the sheep was sheared yesterday, and I was lucky enough to catch it on the news in NZ.  Big Bunch of Crap
The Big Brother secret that no one seems to give a shit about is that the winner will now take home 1 million bucks rather than 250 Grand... With poor ratings last year and the fact that the Australian audience managed to reward the stupidest person in the country (I'm sure the Tasmanians were proud). The other rumors were much more intriguing, such as a monkey as a contestant (ha!), and a preggers contestant. Sadly, rumors that Ms. Hilton would be making a guest appearance have been denied by her publicist, but come on, she's out here making "House of Wax" for a month or so, I'm willing to bet there will be some type of tie in.  Meanwhile, there has been hype that novelist turned Big Brother host and pin up girl for the "you're not 25 anymore" fashion set, Gretel Colleen is getting it on with ex-big bro cry baby Saxon. While this is may be a bit exaggerated, they do seem to be hangin' out Demi and Ashton stizz. For being a wuss with bad hair this guy has managed to get some serious minge on, such as wannabe FHM girl Jo Ashton. He can hang with Milsy for all I care. I once had the opportunity to hang out in Goulburn with Shannon of Big Brother II fame. She was very gruff, but seemed to enjoy the jelly wrestling.
... Seppo 1:55 pm...
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Chopper asked me to post a picture of Princess Madeline, so hear you go big guy... I don't know man, I think Strawberry Shortcake may be the go...