Friday, 29 September 2023
Helloooo Newman: Weather Torn
Weather Torn
I tell ya, I'm really torn about this weather.
Beautiful, sunny, hot weather allows me to wear my two-piece bathing suit even longer into the year, guzzle beer on the dock, and show off my skin-coloured tats, starting noon sharp. And people don't stare, because they're enjoying the weather too.
For a fraction of a second, in-between burps, I say "wait a minute". This weather means we're all doomed, eventually. When? Who knows? Hopefully just before the moment people say to themselves, hey, you don't look so hot in that two-piecer anymore.
It's kind of nice existing during this existential crisis, when the weather is so gorgeous. I mean, when the dinosaurs died off, the weather really sucked. Meteorites will do that.
So, we're kind of lucky. Humanity will die off with a really nice tan, probably in a beer garden somewhere.
Wednesday, 27 September 2023
Helloooo Newman: A House, Fallen
A House, Fallen
Hey - former Nazi, okay? |
All I know is I've never had a Nazi in my house,
let alone tell him what an awesome guy he is.
Wednesday, 20 September 2023
Helloooo Newman: Home, Sweet Ford
Home, Sweet Ford
After careful consultation with himself, and a small bribe,
Doug Ford has approved the construction of housing on his forehead.
Tuesday, 19 September 2023
Helloooo Newman: Regrets. I've had a few.
Regrets. I've had a few.
I guess big boy is regretting this now.
Praying for your marriage? In front of your kids?
And this?
Enough reminiscing.
Tuesday, 12 September 2023
Helloooo Newman: Trudopian
Trudopian