you've got to be joking right?

well, a couple of days ago now, i went to ballarat for fun times and to see bessie's play. i arrived sunday afternoon and had to hang around for a little bit before the play started ...

i meet bessie's family and watch the play which was brilliant, everyone was excellent and it got me all teary and emo and made me wish i was doing something with my life than stand at a computer at video ezy and type up a blog post.

it was about this incident that happened in brokeback mountain town - wyoming - where some kid got bashed and left for dead for being gay. now... dont get me wrong... we all love the gays. i have said this a number of times.

"infact, i actually said, i dont care how much arse-sex he has i'll ra...."
"right, i'll stop you there"

but, it was about tolerance and love and understanding and accepting and learning and it was so emo and i cried and blah blah blah it was effing brilliant.

so then comes the after party...

where, wait for it... I (ME- BEN CHUAH) practically get accused of being homophobic to a couple of queers... COME ON!!!

ok, stupid joke... but seriously... it was the most fucking dumbest thing i have ever heard. here's how the night went down...

bessie and i were standing at the kitchen window booing and hissing at this "eye-talian" stallian who was dressed up like he was off to the fucking oscars... anyways, he had his i-Pod hooked up to the stereo and he was playing the WORST, the WORST music. i mean, seriously. who wants to dance to "i wish i was a punk rocker" ??? no? thought so... hmm

SO... after a few drinks of bessie's extremely cheap and fucking nasty champagne (which was decorated with some lovely straws) we got a little bitchy and started making some harmless comments such as "you're shit" and "you shouldn't be a DJ" ... and "you're fat" and other stupid things... so, a couple of conga lines later, more drinks and some ice-tub action, i am approached by someone i will call NUTTER (because apparently he is nuts) who, i thought i was on good terms with... but, apparently NOT.

nutter comes up to me and i try to engage in a conversation..

NUTTER - oh, please ... don't even bother ben.
ME - um, oh, come on 'NUTTER'... don't be like that.
NUTTER - no, i'm serious... ok, no, actually, i'd really like to know what your story is ben. i mean, i'm totally confused as to why you think you have the right to behave like you are.
ME - (slightly laughing) i'm sorry... what are you on about?
NUTTER - well, ok... i just really want to why you think you can make fun of people and hurt them the way you are... and, i'm not the only one ok...
ME - what... hang on...
NUTTER - there are several people here that feel your behaviour is totally out of line and infact, is quite damaging to their feelings...
ME - really? who?
NUTTER - no, that really isnt important. but, tell me what i have done to warrant this kind of behaviour from you, because i would really like to know..

WHAT.THE.FUCK???

anyways, i really couldn't be bothered talking to a drunk fairy who is so flamboyant he made me want to set myself on fire... so, i walked off and left him and his fucking side-kick (who works at fucking FRANKSTON SUPRE) to go inside and then give the whole speech to bessie again...

GROW SOME FUCKING BALLS.

long story short, apparently my behaviour was so appauling that i made "fabrizio" and one of his friends leave the party - with his iPod.

NUTTER then took all his CD's saying "goodluck to get some music ben, let's see how you go..." and then, storming off and hiding them so we had a fucking static radio for music for an after party.

so, bessie and i said GOOD RIDDANCE to nutter and his sissy side-kick (you left the course... why are you back hanging on to all the memories) ????

well, that just about sums it up really. i hope bessie and sam and tay and whoever else was there to witness the bastard in all his glory enjoy this post.

this one's for you!!! PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW