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I really can’t be fucked to keep this up anymore. I’ve got nothing to say. I don’t think I’m funny. Maybe I’ll change my mind in a couple of months.
Until then:
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1. Can someone please hunt down and kill the entire cast of the Churchill insurance quiz show advert. Not just the cheesy skiprat who plays ‘the host’ but that audience member in the background with the greasy straight hair that rolls his eyes and shakes his head. I didn’t think it was possible for an [...]
I didn’t think it was that long. I’m perfectly normal and happy. I just haven’t had that much to say. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m not drinking very much and excluding a couple of mushroom-powered journeys into the centre of my head and the obligatory New Year pill, I’m not doing a lot of drugs. [...]
My dad wanted to look at a new home insurance policy because he felt Budget were ripping him off. After a trip to moneysupermarket.com we found out that he was absolutely right. So he rang up the cheapest place (AA, I think) and set up his new policy.
Now I didn’t know this but because moneysupermarket.com [...]
I got Guitar Hero 2 on Friday. I wont wank on about it too much but, despite what 5olly says, it’s the best game ever. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to play Tonight I’m Going To Rock You Tonight with my band, Cock Sandwich.
…fuck it, I dunno. I suppose what I’m trying to say is I’m addicted to Facebook.
I’m a little bit ashamed to admit it. I’m so anti-social networking that I wrote this in January. But the thing I like about Facebook, as opposed to MySpace, is you can easily check up on what your old school [...]
I’ll be honest, my dad is starting to impose rules at the moment that fucking infuriate me. When I agreed to sell him the house I made him swear the he would not force me or my cats to change our regular routines. However, lately he’s taken to locking the three of them outside. His [...]
Dear my dad’s imbecile of an ex-girlfriend.
When you need to contact him on his mobile and he’s not near his phone, he will get a notification that he missed your call. You don’t need to ring back every fucking minute. We both know you’re so fucking tight that if he does pick up, you’ll just [...]
Yesterday afternoon I was sitting with a couple of mates in the Tap. One friend is a barmaid in there so I think she wanted some company on her shift and, to be honest, I don’t need much of an excuse to get pissed. We sat inside protected from the sun drinking cool pints and [...]
I’ve been snooping at my blog stats. I’m a bit scared. Here are some of the search terms used in the past week or so:
madeline mccann fuck
What can I say? What was this fucking freak expecting to find by entering this?
psychic websites madeleine mccann
madeleine mccann psychics
Dennis McKenzie Madeleine
There are shit loads like [...]
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