Game day. Sent out a rallying SMS to 12 mates in HK at 6.55am. Nothing back. Weird that, all still asleep. Noon meet for the lads. Somewhere in the Acre.

Remember All Your Base? Well Expat@Large found this:

All Your Base Are Belong to Us, done as a Flash music video to the tune and style of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody.

Check out The Silver Fern for some comedy and realistic news.

Waste some time with this great little game.

Loads of Family Guy songs.

Chris: “Dad, what’s a blowhole for?”
Peter: “I’ll tell you what its not for, then I’ll tell you why I can never go back to seaworld.”

Brian: “Peter, did you read the fine print on this loan contract?”
Peter: “Um, if by “read” you mean imagined a naked lady, then, yes.”

Lois: “Oh, I haven’t been on a college campus in years. Everything seems so different.”
Stewie: “Really? Perhaps if you laid on your back with your ankels behind your ears that would ring a few bells?”

Peter (narrating his life): “I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I looked with a grimace at the questionable meal Lois had placed in front of me. Of course I’d never tell her how disgusted I was with her cooking, but somehow I think she knew. Lois had always been full of energy and life, but lately I had begun to grow more aware of her aging. The bright, exuberant eyes that I had fallen in love with were now beginning to grow dull and listless with the long fatigue of a weary life.” (Lois knocks Peter out.)
“I woke several hours later in a daze.”

Quagmire: Hey there sweetie, how old are you?
Connie: 16.
Quagmire: 18? You’re first.
Connie: Mom!
Quagmire: I like where this is goin’! Giggidy, giggidy, gig-gi-dy!

Lois: I guarantee you a man made that commercial.
Peter: Of course a man made it. It’s a commercial Lois, not a delicious thanksgiving dinner.

Peter: Just don’t forget our deal, Lois. I sit through this and later tonight I get anal. You hear me? No matter how neat I want the house you have to clean it.

Egg.

Sooooo, FEASTAD is having a good time on her hols. She’s been sending me messages from her poolside position. My reply? “Sexy bikini?” …. “Me? Nah, you should see my sis.” …. “OK, get photos.” …. “Hmm, she won’t let you see them. Anyway, going for a nice massage now.” Such a tease.