Right, here's what's happened: that wee fella that was in charge of Egypt has stepped down. Stepped down from where, I don't know, maybe he was on the big swings and couldn't get down and someone had to aid him with the force of 1million rebellious citizens. Last in the series of Big Fat Gypsy Wedding was on last night (see the cunning link), and what a fukn show it was. There are a bliddy lot of them. They visited a town in the borders, I don't know, roundabout Cumbria or some place and they brought their wives and horses (not the same thing). Some of the wives are a bit rough looking, but you still would, especially with their tits all hanging out all of the shot; four pints of milk please.
The dresses of the gypsies are flamboyant; they are lavish; they cost a fuckingwell fortune and look just like toilet roll holders. That said, I don't ever remember wanting to stick my face in-between a toilet-roll holder's breast going "wibblywibblywobble" whilst shaking my inane smiling mug from breast to breast whilst executing teasing biting motions as my mouth visits each nipple. Phew!
Anyway I just remember that seem to get a raw deal just because they live off the fat of the land and pay any taxes or fuck all. I imagine that's why it costs about 50grand for a dress. I don't if that's even anywhere near the price for a dress because it's shrouded in so much secrecy, plus I don't actually care how much they cost. In fact, I'd rather not know who much these, freeloaders we'll call them for convenience sake, spend on a dress they'll wear for just one day before spending their solitary lives couped up in a Wemyss Bay caravan. They polish in the morning, then for brunch and lunch they'll polish, and perhaps if the wives are lucky they'll get to finish off the night by polishing the old man's trumpet. It seems a hard life, far too hard for the likes of me who gets cabin fever if I'm stuck in the house for more than an hour.
Back to a bit of reality here in my home. My back is improving, but I still feel as though I have the spine of elephant man and that's the posture my body has decided to adopt. I feel like a fraud being off work as there is nothing actually "sick" with me. Although as soon as I stand up and start to walk anywhere, I am reminded of my condition with a quick jolt up my flimsy spine.
It has also come to my attention that there may or may not be some plumbing and heating "engineers" operating in Scotland that are a couple of lying, cheating cock sucking fat bastards that will deny any real damage has been done to any-one's property. Pricks! As I say, these people may or may not exist. What do you fukn think!!!!!
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
UFOff!!!! - Dome of The Rock Jerusalem
Right, I watched a video on YouTube with a UFO over a building in Jerusalem, or to be more precise "dome of the rock, Jerusalem."
It was a bright light, yes like the star of Bethlehem, and it came down slowly from the skies (where else, it would come down slowly from the ground would it) and came to a halt above the temple thingy place. Just like a fukn film! Well, hold on a minute, for anyone with half a bliddy brain who saw the alien film Skyline recently (me) you could say that the film on YouTube is a load of pish. Special effects are pretty cool and cheap, well cool anyway. So what's to stop these gifted arseholes doing another one of those hoax things. Fuk all! But everyone wants to believe in aliens, don't they,' cause this planet is shite unless you're mega-rich and get what you want when you want.
If it was a choice between staying on this floating piece of shite in space and being abducted by aliens and taken to another planet and used as a sex object (meaning getting shoved up alien fannies) then most people would prefer being abducted, even if it meant getting your anus probed with a metal spike every couple of days.
I've had my doctor, or a doctor's, finger up my arse and it was not a comfortable moment. I lay on my side facing the wall (crying slightly), when she, yes she! lay one hand on my hip, one hand on my shoulder and put a finger up my rectum!? For me, if that was to happen 20 thousand miles above Earth on a grey alien spaceship, they aliens would be cleaning my shit off the floor for a fortnight. Still they're supposed to like ice-cream aren't they, maybe I'd get wise to their abductions and eat a lot of peanut butter and my shit my taste like peanut ice-cream to them.
Anyway, the film probably isn't real, some people think it's shit!
Here's a link to a page discussing the shit:
http://www.space.com/10789-jerusalem-ufo-hoax.html
Let's hope that if there are aliens out there they look just like us only with smaller cocks.
It was a bright light, yes like the star of Bethlehem, and it came down slowly from the skies (where else, it would come down slowly from the ground would it) and came to a halt above the temple thingy place. Just like a fukn film! Well, hold on a minute, for anyone with half a bliddy brain who saw the alien film Skyline recently (me) you could say that the film on YouTube is a load of pish. Special effects are pretty cool and cheap, well cool anyway. So what's to stop these gifted arseholes doing another one of those hoax things. Fuk all! But everyone wants to believe in aliens, don't they,' cause this planet is shite unless you're mega-rich and get what you want when you want.
If it was a choice between staying on this floating piece of shite in space and being abducted by aliens and taken to another planet and used as a sex object (meaning getting shoved up alien fannies) then most people would prefer being abducted, even if it meant getting your anus probed with a metal spike every couple of days.
I've had my doctor, or a doctor's, finger up my arse and it was not a comfortable moment. I lay on my side facing the wall (crying slightly), when she, yes she! lay one hand on my hip, one hand on my shoulder and put a finger up my rectum!? For me, if that was to happen 20 thousand miles above Earth on a grey alien spaceship, they aliens would be cleaning my shit off the floor for a fortnight. Still they're supposed to like ice-cream aren't they, maybe I'd get wise to their abductions and eat a lot of peanut butter and my shit my taste like peanut ice-cream to them.
Anyway, the film probably isn't real, some people think it's shit!
Here's a link to a page discussing the shit:
http://www.space.com/10789-jerusalem-ufo-hoax.html
Let's hope that if there are aliens out there they look just like us only with smaller cocks.
Sunday, 6 February 2011
Update I suppose (What's been happening?)
Right, what has been happening? Not a lot is the honest answer, as far as me getting a new job or moving on in the world. I'm as stuck as a lolipop stick in a big pile of steaming hot shite. That's about as subtle as I care to get so, now you know the tone of this blog if you haven't already read some of the previous stuff.
My partner in crime, who will remain anonymous during my whole quest to achieve some sort of improvement on life, is still with me. She is a she and not a he in case you're wondering. I think I'm great to live with if you can put up with my inability to place socks in the clothes basket. Socks were meant to be rolled up and thrown at the back of someone's head.
I'm off to watch Being Human (series 3 episode...don't know) back later if I remember.
22:02
Right, I've just finished watching above mentioned episode of Being Human. Nice one, indeed, young *sir/madam (*delete where appropriate). There was a kindof zombie girl in this episode and there was some funny highlights, as always. All in all, nice one.
I reckon if I was to be a vampire, ghost or werewolf, I'd probably be a werewolf. Vampire's are too obvious. Although, do werewolf's live forever too. Whichever one give you the greatest lifespan. Seen those twighlight movies? They're not too bad. I think vampire's are more cool than werewolf's in films anyway. I'm going to watch a few episodes of Spaced now (series one). Laterzzzzzzz aligatorzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
My partner in crime, who will remain anonymous during my whole quest to achieve some sort of improvement on life, is still with me. She is a she and not a he in case you're wondering. I think I'm great to live with if you can put up with my inability to place socks in the clothes basket. Socks were meant to be rolled up and thrown at the back of someone's head.
I'm off to watch Being Human (series 3 episode...don't know) back later if I remember.
22:02
Right, I've just finished watching above mentioned episode of Being Human. Nice one, indeed, young *sir/madam (*delete where appropriate). There was a kindof zombie girl in this episode and there was some funny highlights, as always. All in all, nice one.
I reckon if I was to be a vampire, ghost or werewolf, I'd probably be a werewolf. Vampire's are too obvious. Although, do werewolf's live forever too. Whichever one give you the greatest lifespan. Seen those twighlight movies? They're not too bad. I think vampire's are more cool than werewolf's in films anyway. I'm going to watch a few episodes of Spaced now (series one). Laterzzzzzzz aligatorzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
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