In August 2005 Mr. T, Vin Diesel and Chuck Norris went shark fishing 845 miles east of Bermuda and 1,139 miles west of the Azores Islands. After finishing off 10 kegs of Milwaukees Best and 2 barbequed tiger sharks Mr.T asked Vin Diesel to pull his

finger. At the exact moment that Vin Diesel pulled Mr. T’s finger Chuck Norris round house kicked Mr. T in the stomach “for fun”. The resulting flatulence refered to by most as “Hurricane Katrina” has cost over $1.13 billion so far and almost destroyed New Orleans. To help aliviate his conscious Chuck will provide free “Roundhouse Kick” seminars to the hurricane victims. As for Mr. T he will simply pity the fools. Further facts at chucknorrisfacts.com

If any of you out there are lucky enough to have TV1 on foxtel I hope you have had the chance to check out the new season of Stupid Stupid Man. Finally an Australian sit-com that actually makes me laugh!!

If you have broadband internet you can catch a couple of free episodes at www.tv1.com.au/StupidStupidMan I recommend episode 5 ‘The Return’. If you watch it you may even see the seed for the idea behind You Stink!

How do you tell someone they stink? Whether it be in a job, at a relationship, as a lover or well, if they just plain old stink. There is something about the brutal honesty that is required to tell someone that they are not, terribly good old chap, that turns my stomach.

Luckily I have only been faced with the last proposition and man does this dude STINK! Unfortunately, I still work with him, going on 10 years and he still freakin pongs to high heaven! Every time a new person starts we enjoy watching the whole process, as said n00b, starts sniffing it, then over a period of time deciphering the owner of the odour and then the final approach to others in the desperate search of resolution. The worst part about it is, that this smell, as pungent as it is, is now odourless to me. I can’t smell it…… it has become part of me and as such, my brain has accepted it as its own. That, my fat little friends is Bad Darts.

We have never really figured out a way to tell him, leaving a note on his desk, complaining over-enthusiastically about the BO smell of someone else who has just left the room or leaving a can of deodorant on his desk.

To save the fate of the next new person to start at my work or the next time any of us need to tell someone they suck, do any of you out there have any suggestions as to how best achieve the desired outcome?

PS If you are lucky enough to meet me one day and I stink, please tell me.

PPS If this blog stinks, please don’t tell me as “I just don’t think I could take that type of rejection” (Free Red Rooster voucher to the first person to name which movie the above quote came from)