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This is it. The gloves are off. It's me an you world, and one of us is gonna get an anal-intruder vibro 4000 (with clitoral-stimulator and optional-extra deep-reach scurrying tool) right up the hairy.... and let's face it....it ain't gonna be YOU now is it? Butt seriously (sic). This is where I'm gonna have a good ol' whinge and moan about things. I have no idea how often I'll put a new one in... but I'll archive the old ones so I can muse later in life on my bitterness and dis-satisfaction with everything :D. o--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------o Ranticle #2 - People who finish your *bastard* sentences before you do (20/1/05) Now this may seem unfair. Well, that's probably because it is... but seriously - you've met them. There is no excuse. You're chatting away merrily, but you notice - EVERY time you reach the closing stages of something, Mr Fucking Spock the psychic gimp feels this irrepressible urge to FINISH WHAT YOU'RE SAYING. I MEAN. BUGGER OFF! It's my bloody sentence not yours. Get your own! How do you even know what I'm gonna say?! And to top it all off, they also chummily add an extra 'Yes' on the end, as though they bloody knew what you were saying and agree! I mean if you know that fucking much, why bother speaking to me at all? Go and have a conversation with a tree, see how predictive and agreeable you can be then eh? Wankers. Ranticle #1 - Upon the benefits of good fishcakes (21/1/05) Now fishcakes. To some, they are concentrated devil spawn mixed with rotten fish guts and deep fried.. enough to tear out your lower intestine and make you dance the devils saucy two step. But when done well, they are indeed a splendid creation, deserving of lashings of gratitude as your teeth break through the crisp breadcrumbed exterior and into the warm flaky and moist interior. And so, I say DOWN with the evil fake deep fried fishcake. Bring on my gourmet salmon & smoked haddock fishcake with horserdish cream! I shall not darken my door with your bizarre school-dinner minced white fish and potato nuggets... you may use them as frisbies instead. Other Rants... None yet. Gimme a chance I just got here?! Fucks Sake, some people. |
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