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An Evening with olilolo: Opportunity Knocks

An Evening with olilolo: Opportunity Knocks

Two weeks ago I was unexpectedly visited by olilolo’s own Stu and Doyle at my house.

“To what do I owe the pleasure,” I asked the pair, as I reached for my broom, “at midnight on a Tuesday?”

I swept the shards of broken glass into a neat little pile beneath my bedroom window, while the guests untied their harnesses and caught their breath.

Two abseiling ropes were hanging in through my broken window, where they had entered moments earlier with a crash and an airhorn. A look of pure exhilaration was etched into Stuey’s face. Doyle took both of the harnesses and calmly tossed them into my laundry pile.

“We need to talk.”

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SWALLOW MY PRIDE!!!!!

How to start this little ditty. Thinking-cap on, writers-block pants strewn on the floor.

This is a story about a man. A real man. A man like no other….

I flick my cigarette…

The cabbie is not pleased, he does not stop screaming. The butt collided with his left ear. He has ear lobes like Ghandi’s thong. He doesn’t appreciate when I point this out between his painful wails.

For some reason the man makes me get out, refusing to go any further. I’d flogged the donkey dry, his services rendered useless. Miles from my ‘dwelling’, I continue to stumble.

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The Return of olilolo

The Return of olilolo

“I hereby call this meeting to order!” cried Doyle, banging a large and imaginary gavel against the table. Bruce covered his ears and braced for impact, not entirely aware that the hammer which he had hallucinated into Doyle’s hand was not real.

Stu nodded sincerely at Doyle’s pronouncement, apparently satisfied that the meeting had, indeed, been called to order. Bruce uncovered his ears, cautiously, perhaps fearing another hammer swing.

We were seated around a table for the first official olilolo meeting of the year. Empty pie trays littered the scene, four or five deep in some places. Doyle attempted to sweep the mess aside, but the piles of rubbish toppled and scattered even further in every direction.

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An Evening with olilolo: Opportunity Knocks

An Evening with olilolo: Opportunity Knocks

Two weeks ago I was unexpectedly visited by olilolo’s own Stu and Doyle at my house.

“To what do I owe the pleasure,” I asked the pair, as I reached for my broom, “at midnight on a Tuesday?”

I swept the shards of broken glass into a neat little pile beneath my bedroom window, while the guests untied their harnesses and caught their breath.

Two abseiling ropes were hanging in through my broken window, where they had entered moments earlier with a crash and an airhorn. A look of pure exhilaration was etched into Stuey’s face. Doyle took both of the harnesses and calmly tossed them into my laundry pile.

“We need to talk.”

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olilolo Press Release: Interview with Doyle

This interview took place during November, and will appear in the February issue of “Stallions: The Magazine for the Australian Corporate Go-Getter, and Horse Enthusiast.”

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Simple Genius: A Casual Conversation with Doyle.

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When five of the worlds wittiest and most amusing writers banded together to create the Greatest Blog on Earth, that blog wasn’t olilolo.

olilolo is known to the masses as a blogging website aimed to distract the public from their otherwise sad and meaningless lives. We’re regaled with tales of drunken strippers sleeping with pythons in their bed chamber, conspiracy theories concerning Big Brother harbouring Schapelle Corby and even the taboo of intra-family marriage.

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Kid Gets Owned

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