Yummy yummy.
Pretty much.
I been Dr. Philling out on every fucker in sight this weekend. I see cats walking down the street and basically i’m all on them asking them whether they’re recognising the responsibilities they have in their relationships and the roles they’re playing there.
Even this massive samoan guy at the gas station who tried to take my place in the queue I addressed my issues toward him and challenged whether the expectations he was placing on me were realistic.
Yeah I’m getting a mortgage.
Hot, huh?
I’m turning into dad.
WOULD YOU BLOODY KIDS QUIETEN DOWN?!
Or the lot of ya’s will have a bloody thick ear!
oh wait that’s illegal now isn’t it?
gay
Fruit salad! Yummy yummy
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Hate facebook
So I was on facebook.
- You can’t keep a good cyber stalker down -
There’s this guy I owe payback to for something that happend way back, so I was stalking away on facebook, hunting him down like a dog for the pain he visited upon my people, to y’know, strike him down and rain great vengeance upon him.
Nothing illegal! You don’t have to break the law to put people in misery.
(another good reason to be successful - paying back those who brought you suffering in kind. And no I don’t mean ex’s. Sheesh. I mean like thieves, perverts and attackers. Bad guys.
)
when I notice - because I barely know how to use the fuckin thing - some hottie all messaged me last year about blah blah blah myspace did you have a good time at the gig last night rah rah rah . . .
- Green lights mean go -
and I’m like oh HOT
click on her . . .
on her pic
to see her profile to see if she’s single . . .
My options are:
1 - Add to friends
2 - Message
3 - View friends
No, you don’t understand me. I want to see her profile. I want to see if she’s single.
FACEBOOK, WHAT ABOUT "SEE IF IS SHE SINGLE?"
WHAT ABOUT FUCKING LOOK AT HER PROFILE TO SEE IF SHE’S SINGLE.
FACEBOOK, THAT IS WHAT I WANT TO KNOW.
I’m astounded.
How much do I hate that website?
- You can’t keep a good cyber stalker down -
There’s this guy I owe payback to for something that happend way back, so I was stalking away on facebook, hunting him down like a dog for the pain he visited upon my people, to y’know, strike him down and rain great vengeance upon him.
Nothing illegal! You don’t have to break the law to put people in misery.
(another good reason to be successful - paying back those who brought you suffering in kind. And no I don’t mean ex’s. Sheesh. I mean like thieves, perverts and attackers. Bad guys.
)
when I notice - because I barely know how to use the fuckin thing - some hottie all messaged me last year about blah blah blah myspace did you have a good time at the gig last night rah rah rah . . .
- Green lights mean go -
and I’m like oh HOT
click on her . . .
on her pic
to see her profile to see if she’s single . . .
My options are:
1 - Add to friends
2 - Message
3 - View friends
No, you don’t understand me. I want to see her profile. I want to see if she’s single.
FACEBOOK, WHAT ABOUT "SEE IF IS SHE SINGLE?"
WHAT ABOUT FUCKING LOOK AT HER PROFILE TO SEE IF SHE’S SINGLE.
FACEBOOK, THAT IS WHAT I WANT TO KNOW.
I’m astounded.
How much do I hate that website?
Wombat Rape
Things have a funny old way of working out.
Though people who know me know sometimes I wear eyeliner for cheap thrills, on the whole I like to be a winner which means I don’t really take an interest in poor people, ugly people, stupid people and particularly . . . boring people and thier problems.
But we’ve all got tests to face. I’ve been meaning to blog about my recent religious experiences.
You see growing up in grey lynn I was taught from a young age that it’s okay for a man to put his penis up another man’s bottom, that voting national is wrong no matter how much you earn, and that believing in god is for uneducated people.
It is said that a man is really two men.
The man he is and the man he wants to be.
The man I want to be would probably date more models, but more importantly, wouldn’t have missed the awesome party last night.
But we all have tests to face and challenges to overcome. It is the will of the universe. The idea that the will of the universe is an old man who has a beard and sits on a cloud is obviously the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.
Sometimes you have to miss an awesome party in order to maintain your commitment to becoming, superior, smug, and dating more models.
Is it destiny, is it the will of the universe, is it some dude with a beard?
What’s the difference?
Things have a funny old way of working out.
Sometimes you work out and do your crunches to some driving drum’n bass.
Sometimes you put on some indie and think about a girl you used to know.
Sometimes you pump up an 80’s power anthem and punch the air because you’re a winner.
We’re following up on recent goat rape news with this wombat-strikes-back report.
A NEW Zealand man has been sentenced to community work after telling police he was raped by a wombat and the experience had made him speak "Australian".
Arthur Ross Cradock, 48, from the South Island town of Motueka, called police on February 11 and told them he was being raped at his home by the wombat and he needed help, The Nelson Mail newspaper reported.
The orchard worker later called back and said: "Apart from speaking Australian now, I’m pretty all right, you know."
Cradock pleaded guilty in the local court to using a phone for a fictitious purpose. He was sentenced to 75 hours’ community work.
Police prosecutor Sergeant Chris Stringer told the court alcohol played a large role in Cradock’s life.
Though people who know me know sometimes I wear eyeliner for cheap thrills, on the whole I like to be a winner which means I don’t really take an interest in poor people, ugly people, stupid people and particularly . . . boring people and thier problems.
But we’ve all got tests to face. I’ve been meaning to blog about my recent religious experiences.
You see growing up in grey lynn I was taught from a young age that it’s okay for a man to put his penis up another man’s bottom, that voting national is wrong no matter how much you earn, and that believing in god is for uneducated people.
It is said that a man is really two men.
The man he is and the man he wants to be.
The man I want to be would probably date more models, but more importantly, wouldn’t have missed the awesome party last night.
But we all have tests to face and challenges to overcome. It is the will of the universe. The idea that the will of the universe is an old man who has a beard and sits on a cloud is obviously the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.
Sometimes you have to miss an awesome party in order to maintain your commitment to becoming, superior, smug, and dating more models.
Is it destiny, is it the will of the universe, is it some dude with a beard?
What’s the difference?
Things have a funny old way of working out.
Sometimes you work out and do your crunches to some driving drum’n bass.
Sometimes you put on some indie and think about a girl you used to know.
Sometimes you pump up an 80’s power anthem and punch the air because you’re a winner.
We’re following up on recent goat rape news with this wombat-strikes-back report.
A NEW Zealand man has been sentenced to community work after telling police he was raped by a wombat and the experience had made him speak "Australian".
Arthur Ross Cradock, 48, from the South Island town of Motueka, called police on February 11 and told them he was being raped at his home by the wombat and he needed help, The Nelson Mail newspaper reported.
The orchard worker later called back and said: "Apart from speaking Australian now, I’m pretty all right, you know."
Cradock pleaded guilty in the local court to using a phone for a fictitious purpose. He was sentenced to 75 hours’ community work.
Police prosecutor Sergeant Chris Stringer told the court alcohol played a large role in Cradock’s life.
Man and Goat
Man and Goat
oh the questions that remain . . . how did he get caught???
Was it a boy or a girl goat? was the goat underage? Pretty shabby journalism really.
I mean seriously. HOW did he get caught?
Did someone say to the goat . . . "show me on this doll where the man touched you?"
Final name suppression was granted today to a North Canterbury man who admitted trying to have sex with a goat.
In Rangiora District Court, Judge Brian Callaghan ordered the man, who turns 69 tomorrow, to undergo two years of intense supervision.
Judge Callaghan said the behaviour was "unusual, perverse and depraved" but his family, including the man’s wife, continued to support him and publication of his name would negatively affect any chances of his rehabilitation.
"It is unfortunate that cases of this nature, the way things are, attract overwhelming media publicity," the judge said.
"There is no doubt a prurient interest (in the case) that people will want to read about. Unfortunately that is human nature."
He said he believed the man’s wife was "bearing the greatest burden here".
The judge noted the man’s previous sexual offending against pre-pubescent girls more than 20 years ago, which, he said, might explain why he chose an animal to satisfy his sexual urges.
"You are a sad case, really," Judge Callaghan said. "This is such perverse and depraved behaviour it reflects a person of enormous deficiency in personality."
At his earlier appearance the court was told the man believed he would not get caught because "animals couldn’t talk" and he would not be "told on".
He had pleaded guilty then to the charge of attempting to commit bestiality with a goat.
Police said the man admitted taking the goat to the rear of his small lifestyle property in a rural township and trying to have sex with it.
After the unsuccessful attempt, the man did up his trousers, patted the goat and walked off.
"He was contrite but said he was unable to stop the behaviour," the police prosecutor said.
Urging Judge Callaghan to grant final name suppression, lawyer Andrew McCormick said the man had "significant personal problems", was unsophisticated, and as an "untreated sex offender" was at a high risk of reoffending.
When the public became aware of earlier offending against children he’d been "run out of town" and suffered regular beatings.
He’d suffered the "full spotlight of the public" and believed he was a prisoner in his own home, fearful of going out because of public hostility.
The man also suffered from a number of medical conditions, including sexual dysfunction.
"If this man’s identity is before the public, he and his family would become pariahs in the community," Mr McCormick said.
Judge Callaghan noted the maximum penalty for similar offending had been reduced from life imprisonment at the turn of the 20th century to one of 3-1/2 years.
But he said he believed a jail sentence was not warranted despite the "niggling issue of sexual offending against young females over 20 years ago".
oh the questions that remain . . . how did he get caught???
Was it a boy or a girl goat? was the goat underage? Pretty shabby journalism really.
I mean seriously. HOW did he get caught?
Did someone say to the goat . . . "show me on this doll where the man touched you?"
Final name suppression was granted today to a North Canterbury man who admitted trying to have sex with a goat.
In Rangiora District Court, Judge Brian Callaghan ordered the man, who turns 69 tomorrow, to undergo two years of intense supervision.
Judge Callaghan said the behaviour was "unusual, perverse and depraved" but his family, including the man’s wife, continued to support him and publication of his name would negatively affect any chances of his rehabilitation.
"It is unfortunate that cases of this nature, the way things are, attract overwhelming media publicity," the judge said.
"There is no doubt a prurient interest (in the case) that people will want to read about. Unfortunately that is human nature."
He said he believed the man’s wife was "bearing the greatest burden here".
The judge noted the man’s previous sexual offending against pre-pubescent girls more than 20 years ago, which, he said, might explain why he chose an animal to satisfy his sexual urges.
"You are a sad case, really," Judge Callaghan said. "This is such perverse and depraved behaviour it reflects a person of enormous deficiency in personality."
At his earlier appearance the court was told the man believed he would not get caught because "animals couldn’t talk" and he would not be "told on".
He had pleaded guilty then to the charge of attempting to commit bestiality with a goat.
Police said the man admitted taking the goat to the rear of his small lifestyle property in a rural township and trying to have sex with it.
After the unsuccessful attempt, the man did up his trousers, patted the goat and walked off.
"He was contrite but said he was unable to stop the behaviour," the police prosecutor said.
Urging Judge Callaghan to grant final name suppression, lawyer Andrew McCormick said the man had "significant personal problems", was unsophisticated, and as an "untreated sex offender" was at a high risk of reoffending.
When the public became aware of earlier offending against children he’d been "run out of town" and suffered regular beatings.
He’d suffered the "full spotlight of the public" and believed he was a prisoner in his own home, fearful of going out because of public hostility.
The man also suffered from a number of medical conditions, including sexual dysfunction.
"If this man’s identity is before the public, he and his family would become pariahs in the community," Mr McCormick said.
Judge Callaghan noted the maximum penalty for similar offending had been reduced from life imprisonment at the turn of the 20th century to one of 3-1/2 years.
But he said he believed a jail sentence was not warranted despite the "niggling issue of sexual offending against young females over 20 years ago".
Mr. Good Enough?
I just LOVE sexual politics. In case you didn’t know.
You really shouldn’t get the wrong idea.
But you can still delete me if you like, I always get sick of stupid people eventually anyway and there are heaps of stupid people on my friends list.
There are some people on my friends list who - if I was a REAL friend - I would tell them to stop using myspace as an excuse to act 15 years old.
But you know what girls are like. The truth is not one of their favourite things.
Did you see that article in the sunday star about settling for mr. good enough?
basically if you’re 30 and an 8, you should accept that you’re an 8 and settle for an 8 husband rather than holding out for a 10 and before you know it 40 and a 5 and settling for a 5 husband.
It’s so calculating isn’t it?
Don’t you just love post-feminism?
so let me get this straight.
When you’re ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />erin brokovich and you’re using your cleavage to save the planet, you’re sexually empowered, but when you’re pushing 40 and losing your looks, you’re best to just take what you can before you die "lonely and childless"?
Or could it be that maybe buying into all this "sexual empowerment" shit is basically setting yourself up for a fall because you chose to define yourself in terms of your sexuality because you have a sweet rack rather than say . . . oh I dunno . . .
your basic essence of goodness as a human being?
I dunno. Men are programmed to want to fuck.
You want to sell something to a guy? Put a hot chick next to it. You’ll see this . . . oh . . . everywhere?
Men are programmed to sexually profile women without even thinking consciously about it.
And that’s the reason guys are into blondes. Only young girls have naturally blonde hair while the boobs are there because men don’t have that greater noses like other animals that can smell when shes keen, so the boobs tell the man that she’s not too young.
And of course on top of tits thats another crazy thing about human females. While other animals go on heat, human females are always keen.
Thats a whole nother story to do with how useless human children are that they need two parents (another reason men are programmed to basically just want to fuck) but anyway.
The boob jobs and the short skirts and the blonde dye jobs . . . is that instinct too?
Or maybe sexual empowerment is just another marketing scam . . .
Not saying there’s anything wrong with marketing!!!!
hahaha
You really shouldn’t get the wrong idea.
But you can still delete me if you like, I always get sick of stupid people eventually anyway and there are heaps of stupid people on my friends list.
There are some people on my friends list who - if I was a REAL friend - I would tell them to stop using myspace as an excuse to act 15 years old.
But you know what girls are like. The truth is not one of their favourite things.
Did you see that article in the sunday star about settling for mr. good enough?
basically if you’re 30 and an 8, you should accept that you’re an 8 and settle for an 8 husband rather than holding out for a 10 and before you know it 40 and a 5 and settling for a 5 husband.
It’s so calculating isn’t it?
Don’t you just love post-feminism?
so let me get this straight.
When you’re ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />erin brokovich and you’re using your cleavage to save the planet, you’re sexually empowered, but when you’re pushing 40 and losing your looks, you’re best to just take what you can before you die "lonely and childless"?
Or could it be that maybe buying into all this "sexual empowerment" shit is basically setting yourself up for a fall because you chose to define yourself in terms of your sexuality because you have a sweet rack rather than say . . . oh I dunno . . .
your basic essence of goodness as a human being?
I dunno. Men are programmed to want to fuck.
You want to sell something to a guy? Put a hot chick next to it. You’ll see this . . . oh . . . everywhere?
Men are programmed to sexually profile women without even thinking consciously about it.
And that’s the reason guys are into blondes. Only young girls have naturally blonde hair while the boobs are there because men don’t have that greater noses like other animals that can smell when shes keen, so the boobs tell the man that she’s not too young.
And of course on top of tits thats another crazy thing about human females. While other animals go on heat, human females are always keen.
Thats a whole nother story to do with how useless human children are that they need two parents (another reason men are programmed to basically just want to fuck) but anyway.
The boob jobs and the short skirts and the blonde dye jobs . . . is that instinct too?
Or maybe sexual empowerment is just another marketing scam . . .
Not saying there’s anything wrong with marketing!!!!
hahaha
Opposite of Nickelback party
Opposite of Nickelback Party
That’s basically me really.
What kind of music am I into?
The opposite of NIckelback. That’s what I worked out.
Pretty much. The less something is like Nickelback then the more likely it is that I’ll probably be into it.
Having an opposite of NIckelback party would be awesome. Because it would probably be the best party ever.
As it turns out I AM having another of my parties @ Fu next SUNDAY - being that it is easter and we can do that . . .
unfortunately it’s not going to be an opposite of Nickelback party but however people are free to be as totally different from Nickelback as they like, in fact it is encouraged, and I am happy to announce there will be absolutely no Nickelback at my party.
It’s free. You just have to say you know me.
You should come because Fu bar is really nice, and we had really great party there last Waitangi day.
Meanwhile, Steve, my cat is becoming unbearable.
If like
a mate, started screaming his head off every time he walked in the door, I’d actually slap him and then start booting him if he didn’t stop.
Because Steve’s a cat, I can’t boot him, although he insists on running through the house screaming his head off at all hours for prolonged periods and he doesn’t shut up!
Why have girls got to be so smart arse?
Y’know every girl I know is like . . .
"Well, have you fed him?"
Like having a penis makes me some kind of retard.
Look it’s only been in the last couple of hundred years that we stopped making all the decisions so give us some credit.
We got as far as the fucking steam train without a great deal of input from chicks so you can assume that I know how to feed my fucking cat.
I gotta go do my radio show!!!!
Tune in to upfm. dj for the stream from 4pm!!!!
That’s basically me really.
What kind of music am I into?
The opposite of NIckelback. That’s what I worked out.
Pretty much. The less something is like Nickelback then the more likely it is that I’ll probably be into it.
Having an opposite of NIckelback party would be awesome. Because it would probably be the best party ever.
As it turns out I AM having another of my parties @ Fu next SUNDAY - being that it is easter and we can do that . . .
unfortunately it’s not going to be an opposite of Nickelback party but however people are free to be as totally different from Nickelback as they like, in fact it is encouraged, and I am happy to announce there will be absolutely no Nickelback at my party.
It’s free. You just have to say you know me.
You should come because Fu bar is really nice, and we had really great party there last Waitangi day.
Meanwhile, Steve, my cat is becoming unbearable.
If like
a mate, started screaming his head off every time he walked in the door, I’d actually slap him and then start booting him if he didn’t stop.
Because Steve’s a cat, I can’t boot him, although he insists on running through the house screaming his head off at all hours for prolonged periods and he doesn’t shut up!
Why have girls got to be so smart arse?
Y’know every girl I know is like . . .
"Well, have you fed him?"
Like having a penis makes me some kind of retard.
Look it’s only been in the last couple of hundred years that we stopped making all the decisions so give us some credit.
We got as far as the fucking steam train without a great deal of input from chicks so you can assume that I know how to feed my fucking cat.
I gotta go do my radio show!!!!
Tune in to upfm. dj for the stream from 4pm!!!!
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