Hey, it's okay because he had just been born (we're talking 1952 here) and it would be a very, very long time before he would need to be naked again - except for baths.
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| His early years would be spent learning to walk and speak a bit. He soon graduated to riding a bike and growing a mohawk. |
There was no doubt about it, Peter was a bright boy, and this was proven when he was invited into 3P at St. Patrick's College (town) in 1966.
He excelled did well in most of his subjects, though Father Bliss, one of his favourite teachers, did write on his mid-term report, "Peter is doing very well in most of his subjects, but his inability to proofread what he writes is letting him down a bit. I've also noticed that, in his work as a sacristan, he is getting through an awful lot of communion hosts."
The truth is that Peter was making quite a fortune on the side. It is surprising that he seemed to be failing to find a girlfriend, especially since he had been receiving expert help from another student in 3P whose name was Tony Clear.
Tony had informed him that girls preferred a guy who was pissed and Tony taught him how to preload on Bacardi.
Peter, at this stage and for much longer, only needed to be naked when he was taking a bath.
At university he made friends with a guy, named Richard, who was a bass player and who was to become a very successful blogger.
Richard went on to become a very successful musician a guy who got to play a few free gigs on his double bass. He also played one or two free gigs on his violin.
He learnt to keep his performances short.
Peter started a blog and named it The Curmudgeon.
Unfortunately, his proofreading and grammar let him down, so he started about 4,000 other blogs. Most of them fizzled out because readers couldn't cope with the grammar.
Fast forward to the present day and he is taking lessons from Richard (of RBB) on how to write blog posts.
When asked for a comment, Peter said, "Hay, thinks are going reely well. I think I'm on a role."
At the time of writing he was sitting on a toilet roll.
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I read it.
I have important things to do this morning (tennis) and will give this post the attention it deserves later.
I think I have a couple of minutes spare in the early afternoon.
Please, no fighting at tennis.
Carey, you've got some reading to do on English Grammar.
"At university he made friends with a guy, named Richard, who was a bass player and who was to become a very successful blogger".
A booger?
A badger?
A bludger?
A bugger?
A blagger?
A bladder?
A bogger?
A Bagger?
A beggar?
A begger?
No, the third to last comment got it right - he became a bagger - a Bass Bagger.
I thought you were going to do some gardening.
Richard (of RBB)
Yes, I did a couple of hours of that after tennis this morning.
I've been on the go sorting out winter clothes for my trip to the South Island in a few weeks.
Hey! Why do some clothes disappear? Does some elf or fairy sneak in and take them?
Maybe I should ask Robert seeing that he's on an understanding with fantasy creatures.
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