Wednesday, 18 June 2008

I'd like to see that Red Blue Green cocksucker put one of those together, fucking duct-taping it!


The man to the right over there goes by the name of Bubbles, He owns and lives in his very own shed with his kitties, drives a fucking sweet go-kart and makes a living stealing shopping carts from supermarkets and selling them back to other supermarkets. (It isn't really stealing t hough, because most of the money he makes gets spent in the supermarkets on cat food.)

He's deathly afraid of Samsquamtches. And loves wrestling as The Green Bastard (from parts unknown.)



....and he's quite possibly the coolest guy on the planet.


Monday, 16 June 2008

Don't cry. Don't raise your eye.

So, I'm bored as fuck and just hanging oot at home because I'm too fucked[1] from doing work to go and do anything productive when I remembered I started a blog precisely to occupy my time in these situations. And since I'm far too fucking lazy to move forward, I figured going back to this would be a good idea. (At least until I can parlay being really good at doing nothing into a profitable career. - It worked for Paris hilton, so I've got a shot.[2])

Since I don't really have an actual point to make, this is just going to be a collection of crap which I'm very clerly going to call....



Random musings:

  • I made two different jokes about transsexuals in two different situations today. This is much higher than my average of zero jokes about transsexuals. I have decided to put together a committee to investigate this and expect a full report in two to three years.
  • Cheese slices: How did they make plastic edible? [3]
  • Why can I never get tired of guitar hero, no matter how much I play it? (No, the answer is not 'because you're easily pleased'
  • Actually, I kinda want to learn guitar now....


[1] Yes, that was the best Ricky I could do
[2] Has the ship sailed on Hilton jokes by the way? Are they still valid or am I so 2007?
[3] Oh, that's right! They didn't.