Melbourne
The Mr Jihad t-shirt by elsom
I wanted to write something witty and appropriate about putting curses on the dude at my window who has been jack-hammering since eight this morning, along with the neanderthal who owns the house he is renovating, but then I realised that I was getting my jihads and fatwahs confused. I blame the constant hammering and drilling for the shift in my usually so politically-astute mind. Now has anyone got a Valium?
