about the wuc

I’m a chick living in Australia, working for the man. I hate office work with a passion usually reserved for James Cameron, but somehow I ended up with a career behind a desk, stapling my forehead at random intervals.

Now is probably a good time to mention that while I may be a (relatively) young woman, at heart, I’m a curmudgeonly old coot whose bones ache. He barks at idiots that step on his toes, doesn’t like reaching first base with strangers on the bus, and hates chit-chat. He says things like, “you people make my ass twitch” and “that makes my ovaries want to commit suicide” because yes, he’s somewhat gender-rebellious.

There’s no arguing with him because he’s old and set in his ways. He’s paid his dues and if he wants to wear underwear up to his teeth, he bloody-well will.

Ultimately, there are things you can change about yourself and others you just have to wear, like an atomic wedgie only a Death Star can produce. The coot and his incarnations come under the skid mark that no bleach can effect. Nothing for it but to ride the geriatric wave.

For an explanation on the wuc, get yo’ass to the wuc way.

84 thoughts on “about the wuc

  1. Glad you liked the WUGAZI post – even more because it hipped me to your brilliant blog! LOVE wuc world. As for ours at Saudade Brothers we three are bound by a few common threads, like the creepy white vans parked in front of our houses listening to our phone calls and dudes in trench coats be snapping photos of us like the paparazzi whenever we check the mail or take out the trash but we never see ourselves in the tabloids so WTF. And we all see black helicopters way over head but every time we try and snap a photo of them the pictures don’t come out and you can’t see anything as if they weren’t there so we must need new cameras. All i do know for sure is that someone keeps rearranging my spaghetti-Os and my raviolis in my cupboard while i’m out – i like to have them strictly separated by 3 rows of tuna for the cat but whenever i come home that shit is all messed up again and if its not the CIA well it must be the Agência Brasileira de Inteligência or maybe just the Belgians. Anyways, thanks for the visit and I’ll definitely be checking back soon! Hahaha have a great day!

    1. Wucca wucca and a wild imagination wucca!! That comment was a wonderful and crazy ride that, had I be wearing a toupee, it would’ve blown clean off (to be said like Dirty Harry). Thanks for stopping by, my Brothers.

  2. ‘He barks at idiots that step on his toes, doesn’t like reaching first base with strangers on the bus, and hates chit-chat. He says things like, “you people make my ass twitch” and “that makes my ovaries want to commit suicide”’

    Are you sure your name isn’t Gregory House M.D? ;)

  3. Geez your site is awesome!!! Thank you for liking my post! I definitely subscribed to your blog. Seems like a great blog!

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