<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:50:05.480+09:00</updated><title type='text'>yepthatsgold</title><subtitle type='html'>Living in a share house provides many moments of silliness, shenanigans and drunkeness. This blog chronicles some of those times. Well at least it did to begin with but some time ago I ran out of our house 'That's Gold" pages. So now the blog also contains other random shit too :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-2417261487213876615</id><published>2007-04-17T23:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:00:36.706+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a moron!</title><content type='html'>Ok I wish I had saved this conversation. I was chatting to my mate Dave on MSN about a week before he was about to fly back to Perth. I asked what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What are you doing atm?&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Organising my flight back up&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's a flight back up?&lt;br /&gt;(That was me thinking - a flight back up? Is that like a back up flight you book in case your other flights get cancelled)&lt;br /&gt;Dave: My flights back up north&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ooooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;(I'm a moron - no doubt about it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-2417261487213876615?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2417261487213876615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=2417261487213876615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/2417261487213876615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/2417261487213876615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-moron.html' title='I&apos;m a moron!'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-6038950779290719372</id><published>2007-03-15T20:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:10:21.612+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutching at straws here....</title><content type='html'>I realise I haven't written a 'That's Gold'  in  a long while....mainly because nothing that funny has happened. As much as that would shock you Simmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought that considering the last time I posted was nearly a month ago I better put another one up. For you Simmo cos it's really only you, my brother and Aaron who read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was at my cousins wedding rehearsal. I had to do a reading. I was kinda nervous about it because I was afraid that I would laugh whilst reading it. Luckily I made it with, delivering the reading with sincerity. Who could ever imagine I would be able to do that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the funny bit came when I was listening to the singers and the piano player. They were practising 'Ave Maria'. The pianist (cue girlish giggling because pianist sounds like penis) was playing the opening chords. As soon as I heard them I thought of the opening chords to 'Cheers'.&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da, Da da da da da da......making your way in the world today.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whilst Robyn and her bridesmaids walk down the aisle to Simon and the other groomsmen, I'll be singing in  my head; Da da da da da da da, Da da da da da da......making your way in the world today.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon when you are standing at the alter waiting for Robyn, I know many thoughts will be running through your head and I hope the knowledge that I will be thinking about Cheers will be one of them. Oh and not TV version Cheers, Simpsons version Cheers (you know the Flaming Moe's episode).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also when I do my reading I will try my very hardest to look right at the very back because I know there will be people in the audience trying to make me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-6038950779290719372?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6038950779290719372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=6038950779290719372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6038950779290719372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6038950779290719372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2007/03/clutching-at-straws-here.html' title='Clutching at straws here....'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-6445111780997354058</id><published>2007-02-25T08:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:28:34.368+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a meme?</title><content type='html'>Oh it's forward. I thought it was. But I still needed clarification from my brother, who has tagged me to list five reasons why I do or do not respond to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;memes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have forwards been called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;memes&lt;/span&gt; and why was I not aware of this. Oh I know - its because I am only a lower level nerd AND also because I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stoopid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well clearly my brother hasn't read my blog about why I hate forwards. So give me a moment while I cut and paste it in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="blogSubject"&gt;               Annoying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; Forwards                                             &lt;/p&gt;                                            &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="blogContent"&gt;DISCLAIMER: For today's blog I have borrowed Aaron's soapbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; this crappy forward on New Years Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember for 2007...life is short, break the rules, 4give quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably n never regret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anythin&lt;/span&gt; that made u smile :-)&lt;br /&gt;send 2 all the people u love n care 4 n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want 2 lose in 2007 even me... if u get 3 back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; these kinds of messages! Yesterday I got this one from four different people. I can tell you I don't find these things warm and fuzzy at all, rather incredibly irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people send these things on - they are nothing but soppy tripe that you wouldn't really say in real life. They are as annoying as those bullshit friendship emails that tell you what a wonderful friend you are then tell you how many people to annoy by forwarding it on so you can get a something good in return. I hate them!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; emails even more. Firstly because when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a message on your phone you want it to be for something purposeful. Secondly the only people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;benefiting&lt;/span&gt; from all of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; forwards are the phone companies. So why the hell do people go along with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only acceptable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; forward is one that is amusing and clever. Like the recent petrol prices one. That is a message I can appreciate and can find worthwhile donating a few dollars to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Telstra&lt;/span&gt; to pass onto other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; of this blog? I guess it's to let people know that if you have my email or phone number and feel like irritating the fuck out of me then send me a crappy forward :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the end of my rant for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;k so if I review that blog I think I can pull out five reasons why I do or do not forward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;memes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;potential&lt;/span&gt; to irritate the fuck out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;memes&lt;/span&gt; are all about soppy, lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt; bullshit that I would never say to anyone! I'm just not that guy. (Scrubs quote for those of you who are playing at home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) That fact that you have to forward them on or else something good won't happen and something bad will. I mean since when do my friends and emails have the right to be so god damn demanding. I'll forward it on if I think it's fucking worthwhile in doing so thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; forwards! My most hated of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;memes&lt;/span&gt;!!!! They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; and only serve the purpose of making money for the telephone companies. I think they must be the ones who start them because they are more than aware of the many pleb's out there who enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; soppy tripe via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; and feel it's necessary to share the tripe with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;/mobile addict I am I always experience a little flutter of excitement with I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; new mail. Nothing is more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; than opening up an email to find it's one of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; those&lt;/span&gt; forwards. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I should reiterate I don't hate all forwards, because I myself pass emails on. If they are amusing and interesting then I will pass it on, as most of you would be aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you've read this you have to tell 100 people about my blog or you will remain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm not entirly sure I used meme in the right context. I apologise if I didn't and that annoyed any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-6445111780997354058?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6445111780997354058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=6445111780997354058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6445111780997354058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6445111780997354058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-is-meme.html' title='What is a meme?'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-9100163695934563721</id><published>2007-02-22T22:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:16:52.806+09:00</updated><title type='text'>ooo ooo ooo ooo aaa aaa aaa aaa</title><content type='html'>Jon and I aren't the most intelligent people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fact is particularly reiterated when reading one of Simon's thought provoking blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Simon can behave like a dickhead (the good kind) but still have a large amount of intelligence. Jon and I are just dickheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we came up with this analogy to explain to Simon what happens when we read some of his blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture the two of us in front of a computer. In a couched stance, scratching our heads and throwing scat at a computer. Like a couple of primates. Monkeys. Luis from Passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's how stupid we feel after reading one of Simon's blogs. Knowing we've only barely understood the context of his blog and knowing full well we could only muster a humorous comment rather than contributing anything worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image of Jon and I acting like monkeys is humorous to me, Jon and Simon. And if it's only us three who find that funny I believe it's still worthwhile for a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Gold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-9100163695934563721?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/9100163695934563721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=9100163695934563721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/9100163695934563721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/9100163695934563721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2007/02/ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa.html' title='ooo ooo ooo ooo aaa aaa aaa aaa'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-6089557295790389283</id><published>2007-02-18T20:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:48:52.323+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Five Favourite Quotes</title><content type='html'>Simmo requested I do this. His quotes were all classy and shit. Mine won't be. They probably aren't even my fave quotes but here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;V For Vendetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;carves V into poster on wall&lt;/i&gt;]  The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;giggles&lt;/i&gt;]  Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cannibal!: The Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most important thing is that when things get really bad and the world looks its darkest, you just have to throw up your hands and say "Well, alright!" cause it's probably gonna get a whole hell of a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;  (How do you choose just one?)&lt;br /&gt;What? The Todd apprieciates hot...regardless of gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill Bill Vol 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked dead, didn't I? But I wasn't. But it wasn't from lack of trying, I can tell you that. Actually, Bill's last bullet put me in a coma - A coma I was to lie in for four years. When I woke up, I went on what the movie advertisements refer to as a 'roaring rampage of revenge.' I roared. And I rampaged. And I got bloody satisfaction. I've killed a hell of a lot of people to get to this point, but I have only one more. The last one. The one I'm driving to right now. The only one left. And when I arrive at my destination, I am gonna kill Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-6089557295790389283?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6089557295790389283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=6089557295790389283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6089557295790389283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6089557295790389283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-five-favourite-quotes.html' title='My Five Favourite Quotes'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-977828947304562699</id><published>2007-02-18T12:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T13:11:56.495+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh which button do I push again boss?</title><content type='html'>Aaron is sitting on the couch with Jon's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jon there's something wrong the computer" calls Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;Looks at the keyboard confused.&lt;br /&gt;"Whats the problem?" asks Kellie.&lt;br /&gt;"The computer won't turn on" says Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;Still looks around the keyboard confused.&lt;br /&gt;Kellie reaches over and pushes the POWER button. The computer comes to life.&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh so you have to push it for a while" says Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Kellie walks away saying "Aaron your such a technophobe".&lt;br /&gt;She walks into the bathroom where Jon is fixing his hair.&lt;br /&gt;"What was the problem with the computer?" Jon asks Kellie.&lt;br /&gt;"He didn't know how to turn it on" replied Kellie.&lt;br /&gt;Cue five minutes of Jon and Kellie pissing themselves laughing in the bathroom at the expense of Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-977828947304562699?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/977828947304562699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=977828947304562699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/977828947304562699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/977828947304562699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2007/02/duh-which-button-do-i-push-again-boss.html' title='Duh which button do I push again boss?'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-4939148614416244989</id><published>2007-02-01T19:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:57:00.621+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Feltchers</title><content type='html'>Tonight Aaron  and I ordered pizza for tea. He rang up, placed the order and was told it would be ready in 15 mins. We headed down to the pizza shop to collect our pizza. Aaron asked the guy behind the counter is an order for Aaron was ready. The guy looked at the computer screen confused and asked if the order could be under another name. Aaron told him his last name too but still no luck. So we told the guy what our phone number was. He went away to look at the pizza orders. I was thinking that maybe our order went to another store. Then the guy came back and said "Feltcher?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point Aaron and I remembered the stupid prank we pulled the first time we ordered pizza. Ringing up and calling ourselves the Feltchers.  So we both burst out laughing and began pissing ourselves laughing  in the middle of the store. The guy told us the call centre people would probably not change our name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now and until we leave our house, whenever we order Pizza Hut we will forever be known as the Feltchers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Gold Feltcher style!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-4939148614416244989?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4939148614416244989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=4939148614416244989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/4939148614416244989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/4939148614416244989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2007/02/meet-feltchers.html' title='Meet the Feltchers'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-1886895220331077974</id><published>2007-01-20T13:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T13:04:09.594+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron needs new thongs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwHUgD1QEZI/RbGUiHVwtJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PnTQrb2Uf3s/s1600-h/Aarons+thong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwHUgD1QEZI/RbGUiHVwtJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PnTQrb2Uf3s/s400/Aarons+thong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021958373301597330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love Aarons attempt to get a little more wear out of his shoes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-1886895220331077974?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1886895220331077974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=1886895220331077974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/1886895220331077974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/1886895220331077974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/aaron-needs-new-thongs.html' title='Aaron needs new thongs!'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwHUgD1QEZI/RbGUiHVwtJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PnTQrb2Uf3s/s72-c/Aarons+thong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-6068146003456315572</id><published>2007-01-20T12:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T13:09:55.066+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon's night on the town</title><content type='html'>Aaron and Jon organised a 'boys night' so Jon could get back on the single social scene. They arranged for a few other boys to join them to act as wingmen for Jon. The night was meant to be about helping Jon get some random drunken pashes and generally feel good about himself again. In preparation Jon went out and got a new hairdo (black with red streaks) and had his eyebrow pierced again and changed the bolt on his nipple ring. He also went a bought himself a $90 shirt from a trendy shop. So he was all set for his big night on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the boys left the house they got warmed up with about 7 Strongbows each plus 3 shots of Canadian Club. They were feeling pretty pissed and fired up about the night ahead. I drove them into the Paddo, singing along to Aaron and Jon's karaoke CD (awesome!). After I dropped them off I didn't expect to hear from them again until the next day. That didn't end up happening. At about 1:15 am I get a called from a somewhat distressed, annoyed, angry and drunk Aaron. He began to regail me with some of the events of the night........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm going to list them in bullet point form)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before they even left , Jon asked to borrow my tweezers so he could pluck his upper cheek hair. Then he had dilemmas as to how he should tzj (you know the Queer Eye saying, I don't know how to spell it) his shirt sleeves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon continuing his drinking at the Paddo by downing another 10 or so drinks in a very short space of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon's inability to walk in a straight line and complete lack of direction walking to the Voodo Lounge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon being denied entry to the Voodoo Lounge for being too drunk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon going missing at the Paramount (around the time I got Aarons phone call)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon vomiting all over himself - which entailed vomiting on his new shirt, his pants and shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon misplacing his phone somewhere (which explains why Aaron couldn't contact him)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon somehow loosing his glasses - they possibly could have fallen in the toilet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon having to get out extra money for a taxi home. Unbelievably he remembered his address.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon not being able to score - why wouldn't the ladies be turned on by a large man, very pissed and covered in vomit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon loudly entering the house at some point this morning shouting out "Aaron are you home?" in a somewhat distressed voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon's bedroom reeking of vomit this morning. I so almost hurled when I went in there!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon declaring he'd like to do it all again. But perhaps next time not get so pissed so he can pick up the ladies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's Gold Jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-6068146003456315572?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6068146003456315572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=6068146003456315572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6068146003456315572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6068146003456315572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2007/01/jons-night-on-town.html' title='Jon&apos;s night on the town'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-5813217971612877015</id><published>2007-01-11T23:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:21:04.069+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm.....cutlets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: I did not come up with this poem. It is written by a guy named Marco. He has two blogs and this one comes from one of them. I've added links to them - so go check them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm putting this poem up for two reasons - one is that I found it funny and clever and two is that I can appreciate a good cutlet because I too am a Wog (cleverly disguised as a skip). Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like cutlets, yes I do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They come from a cow, that goes moo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like them crumbed, I like their batter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll have a cutlet that’ll make me fatter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dipped in egg and maybe flour.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I could eat them every hour.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like cutlets, yes I do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I don’t get them I go “boo hoo hoo”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-5813217971612877015?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5813217971612877015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-2656013428344885370</id><published>2006-12-21T21:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:21:35.132+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagger Benny Stagger</title><content type='html'>Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Dockers and Eagles alike, we can all have a good laugh at this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dockerland.com/games/stagger.html"&gt;http://www.dockerland.com/games/stagger.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-2656013428344885370?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2656013428344885370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-733355191971621997</id><published>2006-12-21T19:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:08:06.698+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Castle</title><content type='html'>Jon and Aaron dancing to Wavelength like pissed idiots at the Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Gold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-733355191971621997?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/733355191971621997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=733355191971621997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/733355191971621997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/733355191971621997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/castle.html' title='The Castle'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-6292767116280424379</id><published>2006-12-19T16:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:06:52.646+09:00</updated><title type='text'>You idiot.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwHUgD1QEZI/RYedRmAqkUI/AAAAAAAAABc/9OVf4WxunTQ/s1600-h/car+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwHUgD1QEZI/RYedRmAqkUI/AAAAAAAAABc/9OVf4WxunTQ/s320/car+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010146036059640130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you get drunk and attempt a burn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;300 thousand dollars later......That's Gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-6292767116280424379?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6292767116280424379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-5434092568884461567</id><published>2006-12-11T20:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:45:49.086+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Bears Edition</title><content type='html'>Back in July Aaron, Jody, Jon, Sam and I went to Yallingup for a few days. We had a blast and stayed at a beautiful house called 'Three Bears Cottage'. I am definitely up for making that trip again. Here are some of the funny things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kellie quite confidently telling Jon where Simmo's Ice-creamery was situated. "Yeah I know where it is. It's on some road somewhere". Thanks for clearing that up Kellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron coming last in mini golf and somehow chipping the ball off the course completely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jody's knowledge of the wine making process. "Is Rose' made from pink roses?".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam getting caught fondling her nipples by the old lady with a pole up her butt at a winery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron breaking out in hives at Cullen Winery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon and Aaron's black teeth and subsequent green poo after eating licorice ice cream from Simmo's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The upstairs 'poo' toilet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam telling Jon she was going to smack his cock whilst walking by an occupied car with an open window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-5434092568884461567?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5434092568884461567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=5434092568884461567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/5434092568884461567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/5434092568884461567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/three-bears-edition.html' title='Three Bears Edition'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-8012511502478544043</id><published>2006-12-11T20:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:45:29.620+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The hilarity of our That's Gold Moments have been massively reduced!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I can't hear it at all, I must be completely blind to it..." Suzy mixes up her senses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon microwaving his paper &amp; metal box of Wok-in-a-box. Needless to say the microwave was billowing black smoke and his Wok-in-a-box was on fire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron leaf sucking, thinking it's great till he looks behind him and realised he didn't do up the bag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephen carrying the quiche into the oven with a tea towel, the realised the dish was cold as he hadn't cooked it yet!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon getting his 'songs' on!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon getting his 'yak' on!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie's mastering of the washing machine. &lt;/span&gt;Thank god that machine died in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-8012511502478544043?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8012511502478544043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=8012511502478544043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/8012511502478544043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/8012511502478544043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/hilarity-of-our-thats-gold-moments-have.html' title='The hilarity of our That&apos;s Gold Moments have been massively reduced!'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-4267735844079739230</id><published>2006-12-11T20:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:07:51.312+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Simmo: The King of That's Gold</title><content type='html'>Hooch is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie trying to plug the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fry pan&lt;/span&gt; socket into the power point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron dropping Kellie's phone bill into his huge helping of Thousand Island dressing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jody trying to steal someone &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; car at the gym.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey look Kellie this has got &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; in it" Says Suzy holding a CC and Cola!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How do you &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-heat an oven?" Asks Simon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Simon when you feel the flame you can take your hand off the knob"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-4267735844079739230?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4267735844079739230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=4267735844079739230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/4267735844079739230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/4267735844079739230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/super-simmo-king-of-thats-gold.html' title='Super Simmo: The King of That&apos;s Gold'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-6544980650671492681</id><published>2006-12-11T19:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:43:28.863+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The entry of Jon as our new housemate</title><content type='html'>Around this time Simon left :(&lt;br /&gt;and Jon arrived :)&lt;br /&gt;and subsequently there were many more That's Gold to be had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How do you make more ice?" Says Stephen.  Answer - You have  to send an expedition to Antarctica to bring  some back Stephen - that's why we pay taxes :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Whats that word, you know when you approve someone of something?" "Um... approval!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon opening up the kitchen cupboard. "Are these square things the plates?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon laughing so hard when playing Foosball that he farted (already a true housemate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-6544980650671492681?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6544980650671492681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=6544980650671492681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6544980650671492681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6544980650671492681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/entry-of-jon-as-our-new-housemate.html' title='The entry of Jon as our new housemate'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-9026150540890382210</id><published>2006-12-11T19:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:55:43.244+09:00</updated><title type='text'>More, more, more.....</title><content type='html'>In retrospect there aren't very funny moments on this post. At this point too many things were being claimed as That's Gold and not many of them were. Mind I'm sure most of you don't really find any of this funny. Oh well someone is visiting this site though. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzy dropping a whole packet of biscuits on the floor in front of everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's just like an Echo, yet differently shaped" Kellie referring to an ad for the Toyota Yaris. Well done Kellie, a BMW is differently shaped to an Echo as well. &lt;/span&gt;Jokes on you! The Yaris was the car that Toyota replaced the Echo with so you can tongue my hairy bags....hehehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie walking very drunkenly (after vomiting in a car park), missing the horseshit on the floor, but trying to open the door to the wrong car!&lt;/span&gt; I'm glad we don't chronicle everything I do when I'm drunk. That would be an entire blog in itself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzy's singed vag and eventual brown stain on her pristine white knickers. Bring on the Aloe Vera! Suzy has flaming panties!&lt;/span&gt; Someone made Suzy spill piping hot coffee on her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-9026150540890382210?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/9026150540890382210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=9026150540890382210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/9026150540890382210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/9026150540890382210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-more-more.html' title='More, more, more.....'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-6721116485868049869</id><published>2006-12-01T17:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:56:06.628+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A truely disgusting 'That's Gold'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heard this story from a friend who heard it from a friend. This one could become an urban legend. It's bloody funny though and completely mortifying for those involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this, a girl and a guy went out on a date and ended up spending the night together at his house. She wakes up the next morning to find him gone but discovers he has left her a note. It told her that he had a great time and to make herself breakfast and use the shower if she wanted to. The girl got dressed and went to the toilet. To her horror the toilet would not flush properly and her nugget was still sitting in the bowl. Not wanting to leave it there for the guy to find she got a plastic bag and fished the turd out of the bowl, intending to throw it in a bin once she's left the house. She left the bag with the poo on the  kitchen bench  whilst she finished getting ready to leave. In her rush out the door the girl left the bag on the bench. When she realised that she had forgotten the bag she discovered that the door was locked and she had no way of getting back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being that poor guy who came home to find a shit lying in a plastic bag on his kitchen bench. Something makes me think she didn't hear from him ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How embarrassing! But as this story has been found so humorous by so many people I believe it qualifies for a 'That's Gold' tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-6721116485868049869?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6721116485868049869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=6721116485868049869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6721116485868049869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/6721116485868049869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/12/truely-disgusting-thats-gold.html' title='A truely disgusting &apos;That&apos;s Gold&apos;'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-3408558704121588610</id><published>2006-11-28T18:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:57:59.171+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored and wish I could be as creative as my cousin Simon.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7323/199178429753584/1600/simon%20bbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7323/199178429753584/320/simon%20bbq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....in fact you should go read his blog after reading mine (though it's probably most likely that you've already visited his blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time again for another round of 'That's Gold'!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon making fried rice by pouring frozen rice from the packet into the fry pan and then realising he needed to add water. He thought 'Fried Rice' meant literally frying the rice in a pan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon + BBQ = Fire Brigade&lt;/span&gt; - I'm not going to elaborate much on this one. The photo and hopefully the Best Man's Speech at Simon's wedding will do this one justice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Koala Puzzle &lt;/span&gt;- I have a day-by-day calender of supposed optical illusions. They have all been really shithouse and this one was no exception. On the page was written Koala in huge red letters. The task was to find the hidden word, the hidden word was Koala. Yeah that calender was money well spent. I think another one of those gems popped up again later in the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon &amp; the invisible spider&lt;/span&gt; - Imagine Simon running in circles, screaming and rolling on the floor, trying to scrape off an invisible spider. (Simon hates spiders so I thought it was funny to tell him there was a spider on his back. Long story short Simon shat his pants and we all pissed ourselves laughing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon, invisible spiders and liquefied bananas&lt;/span&gt; - We miss Simon as a housemate! It would rock if you could join us again. But if he did I would probably be again subjected to bananas so old they had turned to liquid. Watch out Robyn!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzy thinking we were laughing at her hiccups but we were laughing at her boob hanging out of her top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-3408558704121588610?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3408558704121588610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=3408558704121588610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/3408558704121588610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/3408558704121588610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-bored-and-wish-i-could-be-as.html' title='I&apos;m bored and wish I could be as creative as my cousin Simon.....'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-1311046657751344239</id><published>2006-11-26T12:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:46:53.800+09:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Gold - The Pearl Jam Concert Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Streaming into Subi Oval with all the other concert goers and spotting classy bogans - &lt;/span&gt;they are becoming more subtle nowadays. There were the obvious ones who wore black and/or flannel but look out for bogans who walk openly through the street drinking cheap booze.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No line to the toilet and they were clean - &lt;/span&gt;I hate using public toilets (Thank you Subiaco Oval - can't wait for AFL '07 to begin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discovering we has pretty reasonable seats - &lt;/span&gt;I went to the concert with my friend Cath who had booked these tickets ages ago for her and her bf. We were on the oval, in section C6 which was directly in front of the stage. It was possible to watch the performers and actually not have them look like tiny specs. But like all concerts, unless your really close you end up just watching the screen anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coming in near the end of the support bands act - &lt;/span&gt;OK who really wants to see the support band really? If I don't know their music then not me. So I guess it's not really fair for me to comment on Kings of Leon - but I wasn't all that impressed. The highlight of their set would have been when Eddie Vedder came out and played a song with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pearl Jam starting at 8:15 - &lt;/span&gt;This really surprised me - bands don't usually come on until 9. Kings of Leon began way before 7:30 (as indicated on the ticket). I think this would of pissed off a lot of late comers. I'm not sure why the concert began early - perhaps they were already running on daylight savings time. For me it was great though cos it meant not having to wait as long for the concert to begin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The opening set - &lt;/span&gt;Though I know none of the titles of the first 6 or so songs (go read Super Simmo's blog for a detailed account from an actual fan) I really enjoyed the music. This is a HUGE statement because it comes from a person who only listens to Nova and 92.9 and rarely broadens her musical horizons. So yeah they were the shit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The recurrent odour of the wacky tabacy - &lt;/span&gt;So even though Subi is meant to be smoke free people lit up anyway. There is no way you can police that and not too many people were smoking ciggies so I didn't really have a problem. I thought is was humorous to imagine people in their 30's trying to recapture their youth (circa the early 90's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The songs I actually knew - &lt;/span&gt;Yay I could finally sing along! The good thing about Pearl Jam as a live act is that they can reproduce their sound to make it better than a recording. Don't you hate watching an act who sound great on radio but shit house live (can't wait to see Evermore at the BDO)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better Man - &lt;/span&gt;When this song came on the whole audience began to sing - it was AWESOME! And you could tell Eddie was stoaked to hear us singing his song to him like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Drum Solo -&lt;/span&gt; This was really good, maybe The Bronze could get him for their band hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddie consuming vast amounts of wine on stage, "I'd like to thank Margaret......Margaret River"&lt;/span&gt; - yeah WA owns that shit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The couple (allegedly) having relations in the stand &lt;/span&gt;- I didn't see this but I was told by someone I knew who was also at the concert. They must of been fulfilling some sexual fantasy or something - That's Gold!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The perfect weather and all round great night - Pearl Jam said they couldn't remember playing in a more beautiful setting - with a clear starry night sky, cool breeze, no insects, and a "smiling" moon. Our city rocks and also knows how to put on a good show!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of much else to say. I'm glad I went cos I had my doubts as to whether I would enjoy a band I don't really know. It was a rocking concert and that is a That's Gold in itself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-1311046657751344239?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1311046657751344239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=1311046657751344239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/1311046657751344239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/1311046657751344239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/thats-gold-pearl-jam-concert-edition.html' title='That&apos;s Gold - The Pearl Jam Concert Edition'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-934021537472406108</id><published>2006-11-24T18:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:22:10.197+09:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Gold - Third Time Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Without  objectifying women...they are like cars"  Aaron on scoping chicks justifibly&lt;/span&gt; -  This line  came out one night when Aaron thought it was a good idea to talk about perving on women with three girls (one of whom being his girlfriend). I think you can all guess that what he said didn't go down well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie signing her Dad's 60th Birthday card and not realising it had Happy 50th written on the front &lt;/span&gt;- Hmmmm did I feel like an idiot that day? Coincendently it is my Dad's birthday today and I've taken the safe route of buying a blank card with Happy Birthday written on the front.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It has to be warm to slide down your throat easier" Suzy&lt;/span&gt; - She was actually talking about warm lemon honey, but let's all go straight to the dirty context.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This calcium powder's good...you can get 3 months out of it..." (drops the container, spilling half the contents)  "umm  make it 2 months". Simon then adopts the '3 second rule' to scoop the contents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the title of this That's Gold page I spelt gold wrong again but this time I didn't have the excuse of being drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-934021537472406108?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/934021537472406108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=934021537472406108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/934021537472406108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/934021537472406108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/thats-gold-third-time-around.html' title='That&apos;s Gold - Third Time Around'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-1005127559279405033</id><published>2006-11-22T17:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:57:50.137+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second 'That's Gold' and some stories behind it!</title><content type='html'>The title of this particular That's Gold was a that's gold in itself. I went to write the title (whilst drunk) and when I wrote gold I ended up spelling it with an 'a' at the end because I had already begun thinking about writing award. I know that's not funny but it's relevant in the context of our next That's Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzy almost knocking herself out on Aaron's door after hearing Ricky Martin come on&lt;/span&gt; (When this one happened we were having a party, can't remember what for though. There was lots of drinking and Suzy got a bit too excited when we chose to take the piss out of Simon by playing his Ricky Martin CD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm getting my holes confused - ME! &lt;/span&gt;(Okay this is an embarrassing one to explain but here goes. Aaron has a porn called The Babysitter 2 - I think you can use your imaginations here - and one night we were watching it (as you do). Anyway during one scene a girl was being impaled by two men and at one point I couldn't make out exactly which entry point was being used. Only I could find porn confusing! At this point I need to add that I believe it was on this night watching a classic scene from the Babysitter porn that the house catch cry was discovered - Fuck That Asshole! We use this term in a positive light and also to harass people on the streets from the security of our cars. FTA: Fuck That Asshole (if you say it with a lisp it's even more effective)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey, is it called the Greenwood Brassy-air?" - Aaron &lt;/span&gt;(On this occasion we were trying to book somewhere to eat for dinner and decided to try the Greenwood Brasserie as it was our local. Aaron was going to do the honors of calling for us and went to look for the phone number in the Yellow Pages when this little gem came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie 'tapping' the brick fence whilst attempting to park her car&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Me &lt;/span&gt;(Aaron and I came back home from somewhere and I cleverly demonstrated to him just how skilled a driver I am. I was happy to discover that neither the wall or my car were hurt - the only victim was my dignity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzy coming home from a hard day at work to an almost empty house, looking to relax, only to hear what apparently was the climax of a tango session of horizontal limbo coming from the general direction of Action Man's room - The Greatest Fucker in the World! &lt;/span&gt;(This one needs no explanation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-1005127559279405033?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1005127559279405033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=1005127559279405033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/1005127559279405033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/1005127559279405033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/second-thats-gold-and-some-stories.html' title='The Second &apos;That&apos;s Gold&apos; and some stories behind it!'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631669696541367451.post-9180949521475441830</id><published>2006-11-21T18:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:20:10.346+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How 'Thats Gold' was created...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I first heard the phrase 'That's Gold' when I was working at Pingelly District High School in 2005. Most schools have a Wooden Duck award for staff members who basically do something really stupid and embarrassing. At Pingelly it was the 'That's Gold' award and whilst I was there only one teacher got it (thankfully it wasn't me). After my term in Pingelly I was sent to a school in Perth to finish the year. This meant my friends and I could finally get a house to rent together. In the first few days of living together we noticed just how many stupid things we each do that are rather hilarious to those watching. Inspired by my time at Pingelly I suggested we have our own house 'That's Gold' were we could chronicle some of the random acts of amusement that took place. There has been many recipricants of the That's Gold award - myself (Kellie), Simon (SuperSimmo), Aaron, Jon, Suzy, Stephen, Sam and Jody. Those of you who went to our house in Greenwood would recall seeing the 'That's Gold' awards loving displayed on our quite unstable pantry cupboard. In our new house the cupboard is in a storeroom so I've decided to post our 'That's Gold' moments so they can be remembered and enjoyed by many.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our very first 'That's Gold' moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Best of Ricky Martin CD - Simon's Favourite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"How do you eject?" - Jon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Is it okay for me to use a saucepan on a gas stove?" - Aaron (an absolutely classic quote)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hey guess what...you can't break sausages when they're frozen!" - Aaron (another quality quote)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephen's SHAGGY tape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Andrew the pug ficker" - Suzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631669696541367451-9180949521475441830?l=yepthatsgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/feeds/9180949521475441830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631669696541367451&amp;postID=9180949521475441830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/9180949521475441830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631669696541367451/posts/default/9180949521475441830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yepthatsgold.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-thats-gold-was-created.html' title='How &apos;Thats Gold&apos; was created...'/><author><name>yepthatsgold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01717733985206963157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/yepthatsgold/me4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
