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Had a really cool day yesterday. While America went about suddenly discovering my Vernon Koekemoer post, my day was filled with cappuccino and good people.

I met up with a really great guy for coffee. He joined me while I went about my cafe-office business. He also told me that the Thrupps chemist in Illovo – Sunray Pharmacy– was Daisy de Melker's shop of choice when it came to buying poison to knock off her husbands one by one. Husbanks, should we say.
Sunray is such an arb pharmacy. Yet, they unwittingly helped one of South Africa's most hectic and notorious female serial killers get her strychnine, prescription-free.

Back in the early 1900's. Arb, but hilarious.

Then I realised America had found Vernon, and thanks to him (and reddit.com), I got over 25 000 unique hits on my blog yesterday: (Someone said my blog and Vernon were on SkyNews yesterday, but I didn't see that. Seriously? I believe the Vernon part, not my blog part.)

God I love the Internet.

It could be the most random thing, and the Internet can mushroom anything into a monumental topic. People can comment on it, they can choose not to comment on it, they can interact in their own way, they can be voyeurs on the side, you can discover anything.

The power and double-edged sword effect of the Internet – because it is a double edged-sword in its various ways – is still possibly the most amazing thing Man ever invented. Ever. For it's power and reach and endlessness alone. At least I think so.

Vern, buddy – yesterday was when I wished I had big ads on my blog. That would've been a really nice lottery win, and all just by accident.
Thanks big guy, I owe you a klippies and coke.

I'm not dating at the moment, but I'll spot you a Steers burger if you're ever in my area.

thanks monsieur koekoe[sic]moer

There's more than meets the eye here, but it's been a horrific week for more reasons than just a mugging, PMS, no water, job frustrations.
Until yesterday I was pretty much a "down server." Couldn't send or receive, was just an empty shell of a woman.

Until Vernon Koekoemoer entered my life.

Briefly, I had the pleasure of actually laughing.

This guy was found at H20 this weekend. (H20 is a regular old school rave, occurring on the fibreglass waterways of Wild Waters in Boksburg.)

This is he. Then someone named him, for heavens knows his real name isn't Vernon (but imagine how coincidental or funny it would be if he really was Vernon Koekemoer.)

Anyway, as you can clearly see – this individual has it all.
I mean look at him.

He's everything you ever wanted to walk down the street and tell your mate, "Dude I really just saw the most amazing thing...no really...it was like I was in this bad dream..."

The Buffalo's, the mullet, the nutcracker shorts, the steroids, the wifebeater, the over-the-wifebeater ballet blouse, the chain. Vernon is now famous. His photo has been everywhere, and a Facebook group was started which, in 24 hours had more than 1 100 people join. Members were encouraged to make photos using Vernon as their...muse.
Oh and “Vernon” (although not Vernon) started a profile of himself, so you can be his friend too if you want.

Here are some of the mock ups that came out of it:










(These ones are my favourite, but there're heaps more, really worth looking at if you want a giggle. And it's hard to make me giggle at the moment.)

The creator of the group has threatened to leave because he is scared “Vernon” will find the group and sue him. Let's think of the possibilities of this happening. Hmm, no. Vernon clearly found Buffalo's yesterday; and they came and went in 1991. So chances are, he has no idea what the Internet is, nevermind Facebook. Vernon is also alone at H20, so probably doesn't have any geeky friends. Vernon should also be well chuffed! If not very flattered – I mean the oke has done some serious travelling. To Mount Rushmore, to the moon, to New York, to the Great Wall of China. Vernon is a new legend - he's starred in films, sitcoms, soap operas.....

He really shouldn't fret. It happened to the Hoff and Chuck Norris. (Chuck who?)

A dude on ChumpStyle reckoned there's been a Vern spotting at the Benoni Virgin Active. What a sight that must be! Vern in the flesh, pumping iron! A sight for sore eyes indeed.

They're making t-shirts and bumper stickers now. I've already placed an order. Random humour really really works for me.