Comments on: Bullet Gets A Job

By: Gilly

Gilly — Wed, 21 May 2008 12:32:35 +0000

Oh I enjoyed reading this post and comments. golf gives me a rash. People seem to get obsessed with it to such a degree that i get the fork-scraping-pot feeling every time i hear about it. Plastic social climbers. That’s all i can say on it, as i feel an itch coming on.

By: Bock the Robber

Bock the Robber — Tue, 20 May 2008 13:24:29 +0000

I suppose I should have called him Weapon.

By: dan dare

dan dare — Tue, 20 May 2008 10:41:51 +0000

Basic error though in not calling him ‘poison’ or is the name ‘bullet’ part of a dastardly plan to put the authorities off the scent? I think we need to be informed.

By: Bock

Bock — Mon, 19 May 2008 23:28:13 +0000

Yes indeed. Once I bring him back safe from Cardiff we can begin the basic training.

By: Dan Sullivan

Dan Sullivan — Mon, 19 May 2008 23:25:20 +0000

You have some decent raw material to work with there.

By: Bock

Bock — Mon, 19 May 2008 22:21:48 +0000

I could easily have deleted it by accident while getting rid of idiot spam comments. If so, sorry. Shit happens when spammers attack.

Of course you’re not on the banned list. Why would a valued contributor be on a banned list? That’s for nazis and fools.

By: His Girl Friday

His Girl Friday — Mon, 19 May 2008 22:19:05 +0000

oops, tried to post earlier but it dissappeared?

will try again…hopefully, I’m not on the banned list…. :/ :)

my post was something about Caddy Shack, and a good use for a golf course would be for a nice gallop on a horse…

my teen still has yet to get a job! :/

By: Bock

Bock — Mon, 19 May 2008 20:55:56 +0000

My blindness. Thanks Dan. Sorry Dan.

Only one kill: an elderly foreign beggar. But he’s a young fella and I’m sure he’ll improve. I’m hoping he’ll manage one or two in Cardiff.

By: dan dare

dan dare — Mon, 19 May 2008 20:49:33 +0000

I think he said kills, not skills or are you just outlining why he got the job?

By: Bock

Bock — Mon, 19 May 2008 19:26:05 +0000

Dan: He’s a fully-qualified teenager, who plays a mean electric guitar, has a detailed knowledge of all heavy metal bands, and a good line in filthy jokes. He can spin a rugby ball with the best, he’s an experienced oarsman and he can ski. He also has a sardonic sense of humour.

He’s well read, highly literate and very fit. He doesn’t drink except when offered a beer, and he doesn’t smoke, but his bedroom is a pig-sty and he’d eat any old processed shit if he was allowed to.

Like all teenaged boys, he instantly forgets everything he’s told to do. He has basic carpentry skills and he knows how to make beer. His moderate knowledge of physics extends to Boyle’s Law and the parallelogram of forces. He can read a gas meter.