Ever screm so loud and get that feeling that still no one heard you? The South African government's attempt to bring back the sale of ivory is irresponsible, insane in fact. But that is life. the voiceless always get fucked and the plebian meander through the self imposed mazes, erecting flags of self importance.
So who have a singled out for special attention since my last visit? Will Mazozo make a re-appearance as turd of the week? Dont get me wrong I dont think there are very many original bloggers on the world wide web. Thank God it's wide. Sure you can write about how sad you are at being unemployed and how life sucks being a single short midget playing fiddle my ego to the female masses or what about the ultimate pretender?
If God decided to resign and start elsewhere because of better working conditions, it would probably be the internet's fault. SO while ISP's charge exhorbitant amounts trying to do God's work, they obviously dont do enough because retards still make it on. Or as The Queen would put it, fucktards.
But after a quick survey, I will gladly give the award to this weeks worthy recipient.
She might not grab your attention as somebody worthy of a mention but honestly, how long can we put up with this morbid sad feel me better vibe. In fact The Organharvester came a close second. But she beat him hands down because she obviously wants the attention more than him. So please someone drop in and leave her a message.
That is all I am going to say. It's like downing a bottle of tequila, listening to James Blunt and Alanis Morisette mashed together. I have the craving to gnaw out my own wrists just thinking about it. Being down is ok, everyone get's it, by as your default setting? Isnt there an island you could go to, be by yourself? Everyone save up and send them some cash. Maybe The two can go on a depressing little honey moon together.
God Bless
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
It wonders all right
Stevie Wonder? Seventh wonder? No the bard wonders, obviously not a reference to any mental activity. Possibly wondered into something which had left him terminally unoriginal and a first class cock stroker. Now You dont have to live on the light side of the moon to know that Mazozo, is the hard luck love story, rejected with a strange affinity to mind altering drugs, he has delusions of intelligence and charm. In essence me thinks he is akin to the cousin you never leave around female underwear, even Aunt Gretthe, whose pantaloons could fly you to northern Europe in a stiff breeze, for fear he might sniff the fibres apart. Oh but I never tell tales. His latest offering to cyberspace, instead of the last load of family portraits is digital masturbator's delight. Deprived of all reputable outlets for relief he has obviously found an accepting home where in spite of shortcomings (get it?) he can be the human he aspires to be.
May this bard wonder off into the sunset and never return to a keyboard or terminal with internet access. Pity about no sterilisation programmes, some girl will be stupid to fall for it eventually. See there's some hope.
May this bard wonder off into the sunset and never return to a keyboard or terminal with internet access. Pity about no sterilisation programmes, some girl will be stupid to fall for it eventually. See there's some hope.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
one third
80 000 seal cubs and 30 000 males will be culled in an effort to keep the seal population down. This is the action deemed necessary by the Namibian government. And a Delegation of environmentalist could not come up with a decent solution to curb the action. Because it all costed money. More money than clubbing a baby seal. One of the reasons behind the culling is that seals in Namibia eat about a third of the fish along the coast putting a strain on food supplies for human consumption.
Now if only we could use that logic for some of our bloggers. Now I did receive alot of mail in this past week. one or two of it hate. I am sorry I did not reply sooner. But you know work is work.
Anyway firstly yes you were all right. You all knew who I was writing about. And yes you would be right. A chronic masturbator.
But I will give R her dues. She wrote with feeling and it was what it was.
But moron of the week has to go to------>
Zahira's Space
No jokes, this one is cheesey and void of any original thought. She has the same ability to write as new Phillipino immigrants. But this is normal on the blogs. But this little cream puff is an editor and proud to say she can't spell. I take back everything I said about R and Safiyya and Organ Harvester and that Marshmellow girl. You have a new queen of fucktard and her name is Zahira. I had a look at the widget called take a listen to my soul. It came up blank. And I even tried reading her writing. I developed a migraine headache and a spontaneous nose bleed. If she were a seal I would club her. if she was a seal. But she is not. So the world she will continue to infect.
I wonder if her employer has seen her blog? I've seen more and better expression in a 99c porn movie than on her blog. Indeed she can be called the internet's worst polluter. A title she will wear with pride, because she's just a dumb animal.
meh meh meh
Keep sending in blogs you think are worthy of mention and and those sho shockingly shit, they qualify as a danger to the public.
Now if only we could use that logic for some of our bloggers. Now I did receive alot of mail in this past week. one or two of it hate. I am sorry I did not reply sooner. But you know work is work.
Anyway firstly yes you were all right. You all knew who I was writing about. And yes you would be right. A chronic masturbator.
But I will give R her dues. She wrote with feeling and it was what it was.
But moron of the week has to go to------>
Zahira's Space
No jokes, this one is cheesey and void of any original thought. She has the same ability to write as new Phillipino immigrants. But this is normal on the blogs. But this little cream puff is an editor and proud to say she can't spell. I take back everything I said about R and Safiyya and Organ Harvester and that Marshmellow girl. You have a new queen of fucktard and her name is Zahira. I had a look at the widget called take a listen to my soul. It came up blank. And I even tried reading her writing. I developed a migraine headache and a spontaneous nose bleed. If she were a seal I would club her. if she was a seal. But she is not. So the world she will continue to infect.
I wonder if her employer has seen her blog? I've seen more and better expression in a 99c porn movie than on her blog. Indeed she can be called the internet's worst polluter. A title she will wear with pride, because she's just a dumb animal.
meh meh meh
Keep sending in blogs you think are worthy of mention and and those sho shockingly shit, they qualify as a danger to the public.
Friday, August 10, 2007
if the murder rate is so high, why are there still bloggers?
No one likes a cry baby. I see my name mentioned more than a few names. So i am not a trademark but I still feel off kylter. The latest breaking news is how the government in the DRC is ignoring the murder of the mountain gorrillas. And we have to find a way to get them to stop the slaughter. People eat and use the bodies for witch craft and other superstitious activities. And when I get back and check out my favourite blogs, what do I come across? Stupidity like a disease break out.
Regarding the blogs I like, it didn't take the Stasi police to figure out what was going on and who was responsible, albeit indirectly. Look at the blogs I knocked off their perched superiority complex. And look at the ones I recommended.
Queen Lestat's kindly friend is probably a friend of R and MJ. But didn't attack MJ because one he is a guy and secondly probably knows him personally. Doesn't seem like the confident and secure type. Has to make great gestures to prove his friendship. Possibly secretly in love with one of the bloggers he calls his friend. Has a sexual identity crisis, his anger rotates between masculine and female in the letter. But is male. Standing up for a female person who his thinks I have hurt by not "liking" their blog. He is a chronic masturbator. Possibly while on MSN surrounded by little candles and dictionaries.
Ok seriously, this is a guy, has the maturity of a 15 year old, has a secret crush on one of the bloggers I said were shittier than a goat's ass in winter. Well you do the maths. It's not hard to work it all out. In fact you can probably run on three blogs, cancel one that seemed to have self-destructed. (great success!) one is male and seems to have wormed his way into the intelligent party and the other is the little stupid butterfly. Poirot would not lose sleep. Now look who are the blogs I like. Only one person get's hatemail?
Short hair out of necessity, a throbbing erection for a special blogger and a Prince Valiant chip on his shoulder. mmm I wonder who it could be.
This is my blog, feel free to comment or not comment. Leave stupid annoying ones with no sense whatsoever. You live in a free world. But don't get angry and mad like a dog because you stryggle to make sense in your home language, you go to a great University but you are intellectualy stimulating as an argument between two planks. It's ok to be stupid, otherwise we would have no people at university charging you to learn knowledge. But please if you want to know how I and why I like these people, come over here. ask me. You are a coward, hiding in your mother's apron waiting for the big bad man to go away. You make me laugh.
The whole threatening a woman is a dead give away. You are a trouble maker, because you can't get a woman to like you. You have no friends and you don't know when they will get rid of you. So you must act like a hero. Very funny. and Sad. You must be a Liverpool or Arsenal supporter.
So come on, here I am you little coward with no friends. You are too scared for dealing with a man? You can't beat me and expect your little girlfriend to get clever. hey maybe if you confess to her she'll give you a kiss?
Sorry if anyone thinks I am drunk. I had to speak their language. Crazy. See what gives. Maybe we can get down to the bottom of this and my presence can stop making life awkward for some people.
I never imagined I would be a blogger celebrity.
and for the second week running, the shittiest blog with a touch of irony goes to:
drum roll please
R
Well one down, one to go. Do parents know their kids are so stupid for the whole world to see? Just plain cock eyed, and no I am talking about her outlook on life. You couldnt drown an ant in what she knows. Heck, you could not wash it's balls either.
So visit, leave a comment and keep checking for updates as we uncover the liverpool FC supporter.
Regarding the blogs I like, it didn't take the Stasi police to figure out what was going on and who was responsible, albeit indirectly. Look at the blogs I knocked off their perched superiority complex. And look at the ones I recommended.
Queen Lestat's kindly friend is probably a friend of R and MJ. But didn't attack MJ because one he is a guy and secondly probably knows him personally. Doesn't seem like the confident and secure type. Has to make great gestures to prove his friendship. Possibly secretly in love with one of the bloggers he calls his friend. Has a sexual identity crisis, his anger rotates between masculine and female in the letter. But is male. Standing up for a female person who his thinks I have hurt by not "liking" their blog. He is a chronic masturbator. Possibly while on MSN surrounded by little candles and dictionaries.
Ok seriously, this is a guy, has the maturity of a 15 year old, has a secret crush on one of the bloggers I said were shittier than a goat's ass in winter. Well you do the maths. It's not hard to work it all out. In fact you can probably run on three blogs, cancel one that seemed to have self-destructed. (great success!) one is male and seems to have wormed his way into the intelligent party and the other is the little stupid butterfly. Poirot would not lose sleep. Now look who are the blogs I like. Only one person get's hatemail?
Short hair out of necessity, a throbbing erection for a special blogger and a Prince Valiant chip on his shoulder. mmm I wonder who it could be.
This is my blog, feel free to comment or not comment. Leave stupid annoying ones with no sense whatsoever. You live in a free world. But don't get angry and mad like a dog because you stryggle to make sense in your home language, you go to a great University but you are intellectualy stimulating as an argument between two planks. It's ok to be stupid, otherwise we would have no people at university charging you to learn knowledge. But please if you want to know how I and why I like these people, come over here. ask me. You are a coward, hiding in your mother's apron waiting for the big bad man to go away. You make me laugh.
The whole threatening a woman is a dead give away. You are a trouble maker, because you can't get a woman to like you. You have no friends and you don't know when they will get rid of you. So you must act like a hero. Very funny. and Sad. You must be a Liverpool or Arsenal supporter.
So come on, here I am you little coward with no friends. You are too scared for dealing with a man? You can't beat me and expect your little girlfriend to get clever. hey maybe if you confess to her she'll give you a kiss?
Sorry if anyone thinks I am drunk. I had to speak their language. Crazy. See what gives. Maybe we can get down to the bottom of this and my presence can stop making life awkward for some people.
I never imagined I would be a blogger celebrity.
and for the second week running, the shittiest blog with a touch of irony goes to:
drum roll please
R
Well one down, one to go. Do parents know their kids are so stupid for the whole world to see? Just plain cock eyed, and no I am talking about her outlook on life. You couldnt drown an ant in what she knows. Heck, you could not wash it's balls either.
So visit, leave a comment and keep checking for updates as we uncover the liverpool FC supporter.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Rock is dead
For true, legend rockers are few and far between. And what we call music is the shopping mall, glorified music that the iPod army sing along to. It's like Sesame Street for the chronologically advanced. Does that irritate me? Damn straight. I hate being fake or playing for the masses. Integrity is dirty word that old people hang onto. I hang out at places where people know what they are talking about, where music is appreciated and not just “cool.” Cool is what stupid sluts say when they try to fit in. Old people and the uncool. You see that's what counts. Where you're seen, whom you're seen with and what you're seen with. Welcome to fucking planet me. The whole world is turning into a bunch of invader alien species types. The I live for money types and the proof that varsities have been letting everyone and anyone in. Churning out salty butter. I hate her she is a bitch. Yeah, you hate the competition.
Simple is complicated with foreign words to make the glitter shine and I cant find my gun fast enough. We need to save the environment. I watched An Inconvenient truth. Too much Carbon Dioxide, too much consumption, too much heat. How could we help that but just clipping these over-runs passing themselves off as high-end? I'm liberal but not too liberal, that's like saying I'm human but not too human. The kind of things that make you want to take drugs just to fit in, understand what the fuck is going on.
Manson called them disposable teens, but they don’t want to thought of as kids. Then act like adults. Don’t waste my time. So you don’t like what i have to say. I don’t like what you have to see. I see what you're doing and well I want to vomit. Violent projectile vomiting. The kind of stuff that causes birds to migrate. He is not my type, you're not my type. What is your type? A rhino? No. A robot. Someone void of opinion, a headless specimen whose trigger word is sale. Deadly mall assassins.
Brand conscious, socially unconscious.
They like things because other people like it. They like it because it sounds clever and they will be able to deftly slip it in during conversation to glowing admiration from the rest of the sewer people. They grunt their approval and for a few moments you are queen. Of the sewer people. Mommy and Daddy were right. I am special.
Now some people have written me irate emails. And I have been called everything from asshole to dick. I don't care what you cunts think. Yeah I am white. So what? The fact that one retard had to point that out proves what a bunch of shallow fuckbags you are. You still sound like a mongoloid who over-dosed on ritalin and speed. If you persist in putting up retarded shit don't expect me to just fall in line and leave a "gr8 post" comment. You are an embarassment to the human race and if you can't handle the criticism dont post shit. And dont give me that I don't have to read it bullshit. It's the public domain, so fuck you. My only hope is that soon enough you will leave the blogs and go live in the mall. And yes I did call you a chinese knock off of a real human. If anyone is in agreement, please visit the blogs and leave a comment, let's see how well it goes before they start deleting comments. again. So much for freedom of expression. So do everyone a favour and just fuck off.
Simple is complicated with foreign words to make the glitter shine and I cant find my gun fast enough. We need to save the environment. I watched An Inconvenient truth. Too much Carbon Dioxide, too much consumption, too much heat. How could we help that but just clipping these over-runs passing themselves off as high-end? I'm liberal but not too liberal, that's like saying I'm human but not too human. The kind of things that make you want to take drugs just to fit in, understand what the fuck is going on.
Manson called them disposable teens, but they don’t want to thought of as kids. Then act like adults. Don’t waste my time. So you don’t like what i have to say. I don’t like what you have to see. I see what you're doing and well I want to vomit. Violent projectile vomiting. The kind of stuff that causes birds to migrate. He is not my type, you're not my type. What is your type? A rhino? No. A robot. Someone void of opinion, a headless specimen whose trigger word is sale. Deadly mall assassins.
Brand conscious, socially unconscious.
They like things because other people like it. They like it because it sounds clever and they will be able to deftly slip it in during conversation to glowing admiration from the rest of the sewer people. They grunt their approval and for a few moments you are queen. Of the sewer people. Mommy and Daddy were right. I am special.
Now some people have written me irate emails. And I have been called everything from asshole to dick. I don't care what you cunts think. Yeah I am white. So what? The fact that one retard had to point that out proves what a bunch of shallow fuckbags you are. You still sound like a mongoloid who over-dosed on ritalin and speed. If you persist in putting up retarded shit don't expect me to just fall in line and leave a "gr8 post" comment. You are an embarassment to the human race and if you can't handle the criticism dont post shit. And dont give me that I don't have to read it bullshit. It's the public domain, so fuck you. My only hope is that soon enough you will leave the blogs and go live in the mall. And yes I did call you a chinese knock off of a real human. If anyone is in agreement, please visit the blogs and leave a comment, let's see how well it goes before they start deleting comments. again. So much for freedom of expression. So do everyone a favour and just fuck off.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Loving this blogging thing
I have neglected my hobby, namely the blogging thing. It's like big brother without the fat english dyke and the mould she passes as hair. And I can tell you it's so entertaining that I think we should make a movie with tom hanks and meg ryan, You got a comment, and it can be about people who post crap and other people and leave smileys and positive reinforcing comments that make the blogger feel warm and fuzzy and think that bad grammar and poor spelling and irreputable syntax maketh the Hilfiger model. Oh God I have seen photos of some of them. My god, eyes cocked like two pistols, and arrogantly stupid.
Hesitantly I have tried to be understanding, but after watching those concerts on the environment where Cameron came out in those teeny shorts and asked us to save electricity (I wonder how much they used to produce and broadcast those concerts in the first place?) I decided we needed to have a concert to rub out the gorilla crap on the net. Firstly blogs that eat up bandwidth, and pollute the internet searches with thoughts and illogocal processes that future archeologists will hopefully not class as "rock paintings of a primitive life form."
In that vein I think It's time to put up a list of really shitty, and shitty is me being nice about it, blogs for this week. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but now Paris points and laughs. FTW
What rhymes with Silver?
The Organ Harvester
Being something
large marshmallows
A wondering minstrel
Maybe I am a bit harsh, but reading some of them, I wondered what must occupy these lives to this extent. Living brain donor award goes to...
Here are a few that you might enjoy though. Lord there is hope.
All because of you
Concerning MJ
The Chronicles of Blaaahnia
Undefined (no it's not Alanis)
Vote, comment, swear, but please show us something. That you havent stepped out of Walter's or K-mart catalogue. That aspiration is not a hilfiger advert. Tralalalalala!
Hesitantly I have tried to be understanding, but after watching those concerts on the environment where Cameron came out in those teeny shorts and asked us to save electricity (I wonder how much they used to produce and broadcast those concerts in the first place?) I decided we needed to have a concert to rub out the gorilla crap on the net. Firstly blogs that eat up bandwidth, and pollute the internet searches with thoughts and illogocal processes that future archeologists will hopefully not class as "rock paintings of a primitive life form."
In that vein I think It's time to put up a list of really shitty, and shitty is me being nice about it, blogs for this week. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but now Paris points and laughs. FTW
What rhymes with Silver?
The Organ Harvester
Being something
large marshmallows
A wondering minstrel
Maybe I am a bit harsh, but reading some of them, I wondered what must occupy these lives to this extent. Living brain donor award goes to...
Here are a few that you might enjoy though. Lord there is hope.
All because of you
Concerning MJ
The Chronicles of Blaaahnia
Undefined (no it's not Alanis)
Vote, comment, swear, but please show us something. That you havent stepped out of Walter's or K-mart catalogue. That aspiration is not a hilfiger advert. Tralalalalala!
Friday, July 27, 2007
We humbly submit
Judgment day,
To the religious few, they must surely believe in some reckoning, so point in the timeline when everyone, not just the poor are made to pay in full for their actions. but reading through http://www.rhymesws.blogspot.com/ I almost choked on my coffee. Yes I mentioned someone's blog. yes I am being direct. fuck it's a lot shorter than me making up some story and hinting which most of you dont get anyway. read her last post and if that doesnt make hot coffee run out of your nose in a fit of hysteria then I don't know what will.
Surely attention seeking is a sin somewhere. If only for the annoyance value. Yes well i can hear those tiny cogs in your head working overtimes, grinding and squealing under the stress of primitive thought processes. Now dont get me wrong. I am trying not to be mean. but at some point you have to draw on the big stick with points knobs. The post is called dont judge a book by it's cover. But have a solid read through and that should have you in stitches. Honest to Deity shallowness. The kind of shallow that people would call an impending drought. Drought of anything substantial to contribute.
Ok so it's her blog. She can say what she wants. Like Paris can lecture kids on avoiding liquor and cars. Like David beckham can lecture on wormholes and time travel. That is their right. But honestly we dont have sit here and just close the page. We should be able to say that is mud pie.
Maybe weekends are not the best of times to be reading something as obviously deficient. Someone so obliviously self deprecating that i develop aversions to any name starting with an R.
Brand conscious and personally oblivious, they on the planet me, population 2, me and my ego, and rule by divine rule, or so the legend goes. How could they love anyone else when they have given their hearts to themselves?
Here is hoping they get bored with blogging and disappear eventually.
To the religious few, they must surely believe in some reckoning, so point in the timeline when everyone, not just the poor are made to pay in full for their actions. but reading through http://www.rhymesws.blogspot.com/ I almost choked on my coffee. Yes I mentioned someone's blog. yes I am being direct. fuck it's a lot shorter than me making up some story and hinting which most of you dont get anyway. read her last post and if that doesnt make hot coffee run out of your nose in a fit of hysteria then I don't know what will.
Surely attention seeking is a sin somewhere. If only for the annoyance value. Yes well i can hear those tiny cogs in your head working overtimes, grinding and squealing under the stress of primitive thought processes. Now dont get me wrong. I am trying not to be mean. but at some point you have to draw on the big stick with points knobs. The post is called dont judge a book by it's cover. But have a solid read through and that should have you in stitches. Honest to Deity shallowness. The kind of shallow that people would call an impending drought. Drought of anything substantial to contribute.
Ok so it's her blog. She can say what she wants. Like Paris can lecture kids on avoiding liquor and cars. Like David beckham can lecture on wormholes and time travel. That is their right. But honestly we dont have sit here and just close the page. We should be able to say that is mud pie.
Maybe weekends are not the best of times to be reading something as obviously deficient. Someone so obliviously self deprecating that i develop aversions to any name starting with an R.
Brand conscious and personally oblivious, they on the planet me, population 2, me and my ego, and rule by divine rule, or so the legend goes. How could they love anyone else when they have given their hearts to themselves?
Here is hoping they get bored with blogging and disappear eventually.
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