Conversations over Mario Kart

February 9th, 2011

JC: Shit, I’m coming last. This must be what it feels like to be Ryan.
Ryan: Fuck you.

Me: Why do boys get so angry over a game?
Ryan: FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FAT FUCK.
Me: Who, me?
Ryan: No, the penguin.

Me: I won!
Ryan: Fuck you.

Me: Maybe you’re just not a very good driver.
Ryan: I’m going to ignore that comment, because it came from a woman.

JC: Don’t worry, Ryan. At least you came third the most number of times?
Me: Yeah, out of three people.
Ryan: I’m going to go outside, kill a turtle, remove its shell and beat you both to death with it.

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My mum’s car broke down on Crown Street last night

February 2nd, 2011

On Wed, Feb 2, 2011 at 7:58 AM, Lyn Skelton wrote:

Hi darling,

Spent 3 hours last night stranded in the city with a dead battery. I had a wonderful time! Got a fantastic pizza, which I ate on a park bench that just happened to be opposite my car. Sat there in the mild evening warmth, with my crossword puzzle book, whilst waiting for the NRMA. I obviously looked right at home, as this lovely homeless man came along and offered to take me to the Matthew Talbot for a free dinner. When I told him why I was there, he said he’d bring me some rice pudding back. He was very concerned that I’d be stranded for the night and told me where to find him and his mates, if I needed help or accommodation for the night, as he was very concerned about my safety.

He said, “Why pay for rent and electricity? I have good health – I take my medication for my schizophrenia. I have a medicare card, so I can go to any hospital if I need treatment. The government puts money into my account every week and if I need money, I can go to any ATM with my card. I even use it when I’m overseas.”

I was quite disappointed when the NRMA man turned up and got my car started, as I hadn’t had my rice pudding!

Mum
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