Sunday, 25 April 2010
So....
It appears my blogs are becoming as rare as a Tory who isnt a cunt. Shame.
World Cup countdown is still on, despite the gratuitous advertising
"You need a telly to watch football!" I think Tesco need to change their advertising consultant, as the people watching this advert already have a telly, hence they are watching the advert.
That's like trying to sell spare ears via radio.
Elections are nearing as well, which for most of us, means deciding on who to vote for, but in Ginger Mike's case, it's just an excuse for him to become as racist as a white man in the 1800's and moan about everything and everyone "Clegg's a twat!......So is Brown, as is Cameron!". Decide old man, decide.
Other things are coming up on the agenda as well, and that's nothing to do with the increased sales of viagra.
However, Alan Hutton had an up and down three minutes at the KC yesterday, throwing the ball off Altidore as he lay there like he'd been shot by a sniper = funny, getting your faced smashed in by a headbutt a council estate lay about would be pleased with = not funny, red card = who cares.
Tomorrow i plan to devise my own Olympic set-up with Craig Whiteman. Stay tuned, or as Al Queda would say "Allah, allah, allah, allah, jihad"
World Cup countdown is still on, despite the gratuitous advertising
"You need a telly to watch football!" I think Tesco need to change their advertising consultant, as the people watching this advert already have a telly, hence they are watching the advert.
That's like trying to sell spare ears via radio.
Elections are nearing as well, which for most of us, means deciding on who to vote for, but in Ginger Mike's case, it's just an excuse for him to become as racist as a white man in the 1800's and moan about everything and everyone "Clegg's a twat!......So is Brown, as is Cameron!". Decide old man, decide.
Other things are coming up on the agenda as well, and that's nothing to do with the increased sales of viagra.
However, Alan Hutton had an up and down three minutes at the KC yesterday, throwing the ball off Altidore as he lay there like he'd been shot by a sniper = funny, getting your faced smashed in by a headbutt a council estate lay about would be pleased with = not funny, red card = who cares.
Tomorrow i plan to devise my own Olympic set-up with Craig Whiteman. Stay tuned, or as Al Queda would say "Allah, allah, allah, allah, jihad"
Monday, 5 April 2010
The World...
Greatly frustrates me on a regular basis. There be too much shite and irregularities and all that to make it worth while. Not only is this laptop as tempremental as a four year old as far as typing is concerned, it only goes downhill. What really has gotten on my lady lumps recently is this "Hea, m8, wts ur BB pin?" shite. Just, seriously, piss off with it, you have my number, it's the same as texting, youre showing off and failing now on your fucking bike pal.
Another is the ever increasing Darren Bent debate, should he, shouldn't he, nobody knows shite. Capello needs to sort it. Get him in a first team friendly and see what the lad can do. Otherwise, its Zenden for England with his "unbelieeeeeevable tekkers"
Various other things also wind me up, involving perverts, the Pope , Newcastles promotion and how Mark Webber never swears anymore when he finishes an F1 race.
On another note, not only has Craig Whiteman now stolen my blogging thunder, he has also made it as regular and far too alike Russel Howard's Good News, however, at least it is slightly original. Still, he's alright enough. I think tolerable is the word. Or sket.
I've completely ran out now.
LET'S ALL PLAY SOME FUCKING RISK!
Winner gets a Tunnocks (:
Another is the ever increasing Darren Bent debate, should he, shouldn't he, nobody knows shite. Capello needs to sort it. Get him in a first team friendly and see what the lad can do. Otherwise, its Zenden for England with his "unbelieeeeeevable tekkers"
Various other things also wind me up, involving perverts, the Pope , Newcastles promotion and how Mark Webber never swears anymore when he finishes an F1 race.
On another note, not only has Craig Whiteman now stolen my blogging thunder, he has also made it as regular and far too alike Russel Howard's Good News, however, at least it is slightly original. Still, he's alright enough. I think tolerable is the word. Or sket.
I've completely ran out now.
LET'S ALL PLAY SOME FUCKING RISK!
Winner gets a Tunnocks (:
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