NormTreat Em Mean & Keep Em Keen.
This is not just a saying relating to Keen’s Mustard. They also make Mayonnaise. So how do you make Keen Mayo? It’s a question of what type of beater you use. Wife beaters? That’s taking things too literally, and way too far. Unless it’s done in tempered retaliatory terms due to pathologically-denied verbal and physical abuse itself. Beer cans smashed on the head and flying stove top throat-slashers and eye-blinders. Mayo with soft almost non-existent bruises? Mouldy bits? Self-inflicted? So deep they don’t prevent face-to-face screams? It turns into a substance reminiscent of sour grapes that are pressed to Whines and served in carafe’s of self-pity at Women’s shelters, or houses full of yapping Sanseveria trifasicatas leaves (mother-in-law’s tongue plants) after abrupt pre-planned and premeditated leaves? Judas-type, 30-silver-coin sell-offs behind the back of a man going around doing only good. Night-time secret meetings? For this is your time? And it was night when this happened? This is your hour of Jimmy Swaggering, femmo control-freak and power-trip power? Night-time? Darkness. For you cannot bear the light? Trading Communion wafers for spondoolee, and giving one Last Supper a miss for betrayal and traitorship? But Whines? The really bitter ones? They do not quite reach their full peak and pitch, before passing through Govt Agency vats, mutual-appreciation societies of back-slapping and back-stabbing fellow victims out for revenge on real men, and a fermentation process in the judicial and legal system, through see-through, transparent, glass distilling tubes first. Do you see life through Rose or Shiraz or Cab-Sav coloured glasses, former Dear? Or was St Paul right? We only see things through a dark glass clearly in this life? But Whines? Approved by faulty pro-bleeding-women’s-hearts judicial systems? Not approved before coming at you with the full force of a Pharissarcical, Sans-Head (rin) torch and weapon bearing hypocrisy army behind them. Families full of discord and dissension and festering hatred underneath a false-exterior-morality veneer, uniting to fight a common enemy? And Herod and Pilate became friends? The Judas Kiss? Friend? Why dost thou betray me with a legal and judicial kiss on restraining order documents? I have done thee no harm. I only ever did thee good. But I’ve been resurrected, and you’re bleeding bowels have been rent asunder under a tree in the potter’s field, and what for? A measly thirty silver coins? You will trade love for money. And in my resurrected glory? My new-found Immortality, Impassibility, Brightness, Agility, and Subtility? I’ll beat my new brand of Mayo with my lips and my phallic wooden-spoon-type dipping stick. My butter-pat. That churns out cream from both sources?Matured Wines? The substance of a real, mature woman. The Whines of immature, unreal, young Girls? Opposite.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
Yep.
Yep.
Yep.
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Yep!
Norm.
Rugby World Cup 2007
Mal
Yup. Yep. Never Nup. Once bitten, forever shy? Nup. Just bitten with delight next time round. You and I? Equals. (In a communistic, we're all equal but some of us are superior way?).
U-Turn & Re-Turn.
Mal.
Mal
Tis the current trend.
U-Turn & Re-Turn.
Mal-AGA the Reisling Hunter.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
i'm over and you're under par - quite a sandwedge brother - seriously, nice work - keep putting -
dimples, Norm