Tim Blair

That's Darp Hau's blog, by the way. Darp Hau is the guy who's always accusing Tim and everyone else who comments here of being mean rightwing monstroids who want to boil Iraqi children in a stew and eat their livers with a Chianti that isn't even particularly nice.

It's a good story, though. Mong rocks!

Mong is an example to us all.

That's a hilarious story you linked to. It's ironic because the big indie hit movie this summer is about a guy EXACTLY like Mong. It's called "Napolean Dynamite", and yes, it is damn funny.

Napoleon Dynamite.

But apparently not everyone went to school with kids like the kids who went to school with Mong. Tennis balls soaked in piss? That's the kind of behavior that, in the US, leads to a kid coming to school one fine day with Daddy's .45 and several hundred rounds of ammo.

Darp Hau writes:
...I was the hooker.

Oh, hey, no need to explain.

I remember hassing a few people in school and being hassled but no-one left dog turds in your schoolbag. No matter how much of an outcast you were.
I think that he got the story the wrong way around. The actual retards are the ones putting turds in your bag and throwing piss soaked tennis balls around. Not the poor kid who stank.

I remember hassling a few people in school and being hassled but no-one left dog turds in your schoolbag. No matter how much of an outcast you were.
I think that he got the story the wrong way around. The actual retards are the ones putting turds in your bag and throwing piss soaked tennis balls around. Not the poor kid who stank.

And his ex class "mates" wonder why they can't find the poor bugger.

After reading this guy's blog, I suspect I would find Mong better company today than him.

Pssst,
That's me,mong.
Don't let that dumb fuck daup know where I am.I've been hiding from him for years.He's got the nerve to call me smelly,don't get close to him whatever you do,you'll find out what smelly really is.Oh and I've met Tim Bailey and he is a proper gentleman.

" And his ex class "mates" wonder why they can't find the poor bugger."

I expect the real Mong is sitting in his yacht drinking a cold one not giving a shit about his loser ex-classmates and their pathetic reunion party. He probably has gotten the invites, but just laughed and threw them in the trash.

I don't guess self-realization is high on Darp's capabilities.

Seriously people,

If any of you guys are located in Sydney's Western Suburbs, can you PLEASE keep an eye out for him.

Our reunion is six weeks off and we're still no closer to tracking him down.