resourcestocks magazine page 50 and 51, page-44

Waited patiently for my hard copy,of "resource stocks",
to arrive in the mail box today,..gave up at 2pm.

Ran to the fridge.., grabbed a six pack of XXXX, raced
down stairs ,... threw the beer on the bench seat in
the front of the HQ ,..put the old sunny's on and
off ...... down the road , scanning the streets,...
bloody postie were is the BASTARD.

5 streets before I found him,..(prick I thought ,whats
he been dooooingg,..he's 1 1/2hour's late).

Stayed back a bit,(about 2 houses behind),didn't
what to distract him ,...downed another tinny...and
another one as we went uuupp and ddooown the streets,
..shit....start'n to feel a bit "pissie".

Well enough,I, thought it's my mail,...put the foot
down got ahead of him a bit,.. jumped out (was
still in me "eat more beef" satin boxers and blue
singlet)..raced over to pull him up... vvroomm...
...straight past " you arse..hhhhole" I thought.

Back in the car ,after him ,..with him glancing back,..
here's me try'n ta rip the lid off another tinnie and
change gear's on the old column shift without tak'n
an eye off him...( bloody hot here in bundy at the
moment ) .. start'n to feel a bit pist (could be the
anpissapation of getting my copy of the article on cvi
plus the run over to the footpath and back..).

Anyway to cut a long story short headed home,
..sitting on the front verandah, waiting painfully,
as I heard him do the rest of the blocks ..up my
street he come's.., down I go to meet him,.......
..vvroomm.. straight past the bastard went glarring
at me??? ...what...!!!.

So Chalea, thank's ,good stuff!.


Cameo.