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Q: What's the difference between a BMW driver like G Man, and a porcupine?A: The porcupine has its pricks on the outside.
Q: What's the difference between a BMW driver like G Man, and a porcupine?Trackback is a system [...] that alerts and allows a blogger to see who has blogged about posts on his or her blog. The system works by sending a 'ping' between the blogs, and therefore providing the alert.SixApart also have a "beginners" guide to trackback that contains more information on the concept.

- It was the same day Jinja went and shamed us ChumpStylers with the most absurd out of line post (he has edited it since) to ever grace a computer screen, well according to some. Rich...! climbed to the top of his tree, Dari had to act as fireman and get him down. Jinja then apologized, Rich...! then gave everyone a group hug and bloggers went back to there blog to blog lives, or did they...? I was pissing of the Morgan Bay cliffs when Dari informed me about the trouble in Chinatown and I was not impressed its tough enough having to quit a pee midway. Hey we all fuck up at some point, and I forgive and forget. Although I'm still going to leave a hot steamy one on his fucken bonnet.Labels: SA Blog Awards








Last night I was somehow coaxed into joining some of The Boyz for a bender at Monsoon. I accepted, hesitantly - had work to deal with the following morn. Pimp daddy Stretch hooked us up with "front of the queue" status, to be the envy of 30 metres of jealous queueing wannabes. Once inside, straight up to VIP, where we hooked up with Bafana players Bradley Carnell, Delron "Darryl" Buckley and Hans Vonk (Benni got left behind at the hotel). Shhh, don't tell anyone, they weren't supposed to be there - Stretch smuggled them out in the boot of his car, or so the story goes! A picture for proof would've been good, but I was to busy chasing tail to think of taking snaps the SA footballers.
A biker was caught "cutting like a ninja" on the notorious N3 highway to Durbs at an exhilirating 275km per hour. Eish! Now that's faster than a horny teen doing the naughty for the first time!
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Last night was great fun, thanks to the Jo'Blog guys for organising it, but especially thanks to Rich...! for bitch slapping Wez.
Don't worry folks they made up and Rich gave Wez some well deserved action. Here is a shot of the foreplay. I didn't want any photos of them doing the horizontal lambada, so apologies to Dari who was very keen to see those pics.
Salami was VERY jealous, he thought we was in there with Wez for sure, he even assumed the position and was waiting for his prize.
Just so you know we didn't like this guy very much, in fact we fucken HATED his guts. I can't remember his name now and I really don't care to. Every time he spoke, I wanted to beat him with Miktar's PSP until his head exploded and his very last breath left him so he would never fucken speak again. Even his face annoys the SHIT out of me. Sorry, I got a little carried away there, I'm calm again, I'm over it... Ok I lie, I'm not. WHY ARE YOUR SUNGLASSES AROUND YOUR NECK! ARE THE FUCKEN LIGHTS IN COOL RUNNINGS TOO BRIGHT FOR YOU? WHAT ARE YOU A FUCKEN BAT? AND TAKE THAT FUCKEN BLING BLING OFF AS WELL YOU POTATO SHAPED FREAK!
I was very shocked when I saw that there was a female in our blogging community. And she's not a dog either, she's actually very do'able. So nice one Armand. We love you Thea. I am sure Salami had many a cramp in his right arm last night.
THEN I see that there was TWO girls there, this was just too much for the Techie Blogs to handle. They took some pictures and scurried out in a hurry with a far away look in their eyes. Oh, the guy in the photo is Don. Don't worry we love you too.Labels: SA Blog Awards
Beware this Easter weekend! The spiekops have just bought 80 new patrol cars, equipped with all the optional extras, which include breathalizer units, scanners, front and back cameras… and Playstation 2 with 13-inch LCD, Rockford amps and a pair of 12-inchers in the back. “Thank you tax payers, for pimpin’ my ride”.








