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Showing posts with label News. Show all posts
Showing posts with label News. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Australians were particularly vulnerable ...

'Australians are generally gullible targets,' he said. '(The scammers) do very well out of us.'

No, we're not!

Yes, you are.

Oh, yeah. You're right ...

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Christians and Mugabe--Both full of shit

Barack Obama has been accused of distorting the bible--So what? Isn't that what all Christians do?

And on the other side of the Atlantic:

The Queen says Robert Mugabe is a cunt--Not in those words exactly, but she's right. Mugabe would have to make the top five of any Massive Dickhead list compiled by independent researchers in the world today.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

The big club

I was saddened to hear when I came home from work yesterday that George Carlin had died. George was one of my heroes—I thought he was fucking brilliant. I don’t know what I can say in the ten minutes or so I have to write this, but, whatever it is, it won’t do the man justice.

George thought for himself. He tackled the material a lot of comics pussied away from. He was once arrested at a Lenny Bruce show—as an audience member—for refusing to show a cop his ID. He was the voice of reason, trying to impart something so important to the masses. And that was that they were being fucked. Deeply.


‘It’s a big club … and you ain’t in it.'






Good on ya George. You're a fucking legend.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Spasmodic morning

I just grabbed the mouse to centre the cursor on the typing field here but the damn thing wouldn't work. Then I realised It wasn't the mouse but my mobile phone in my hand.

I am not a morning person. Whatever the fuck that means. Particularly in winter. I'm alright once I'm up and dressed, it's just the spasmodic shaking caused by extremely frigid conditions in the interim period that I hate. I fucking hate it.

Really, I do.

In the news:

West Australian Pom's bid to sell life falters when bidders turn out to be full of shit

Singapore bans game because of one little Alien-human lesbian sex scene

Not in my backyard--well actually, yes

Bye bye Bill--who do we blame now?

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Stardust

It's always nice to find some real news hiding among the detritus.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Kiss me, I'm dyslexic

A CANBERRA mortgage broker who wrote a $360,000 home loan to a 20-year-old unemployed, dyslexic and homeless man has been ordered to pay $31,000 in compensation to the borrower.


There's going to be a stampede of dyslexic people with home loans wanting compensation now.

I just went into the bnak to apply for a cerdit crad, they took advantage of me; I didn't konw what I was singing...

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Headlines

  1. Come to Australia—we’re all fucking nuts
  2. Big Brother becomes even more crap
  3. Religion—it's unpleasant for everyone involved
  4. We don't need no contraception
  5. If at first you don't succeed...

Taken from the last linked story:

However, Second Life has no defined central purpose, making its audience ripe for distraction, at least in theory.
I know people whose first life has no defined central purpose.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Poor Paris Panics as Pissed-off Prosecutor Persuades Judge to Push for Prison

A shock move by an L.A. judge yesterday looks set to extricate celebutard Paris Hilton’s head from her own arse. Paris was sentenced to 45 days in jail for violating her parole conditions for an earlier charge: Public moronity with intent to not-give-a-fuck.

Upon deliverance of the judge’s verdict, all was quiet in the courtroom while Paris’s legal representation explained the verdict to Miss Hilton using crayons and a large sheet of butcher’s paper. She was apparently shocked, and asked for clarification in blue crayon. At this stage, insiders attest, Paris was heard to say, ‘But, I’m famous!’ and called for members of her entourage to bring her a fresh chihuahua to dry her eyes.

The judge was heard to respond: ‘Whatever…’.

While in prison, Paris will spend her time making folk art out of paddle-pop sticks, hessian sacks, and her own hair.