The Paralympics are a bloody nightmare that are destroying the very definition of what is and isn't acceptable in this country. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what's commonly considered to be a highly unpopular sentence. And with good cause. It is however, awkwardly, true.
Now, put your pitch forks down, and stop burning my effigy. Again. It's making a horrible mess, and you're making yourselves look like fundamentalist window lickers.
Allow me instead, to explain.
The Paralympics are brilliant. Never before have I genuinely been so staggered and impressed by the strength of character, talent, and sheer will power and determination displayed by such a remarkable group of people. They are literally making me feel like a weaker person, chained down by my own various inhibitions (fucking Wasps!), that mean less than nothing compared to what each of them has achieved. Sure, I've lived through other Paralympics, but given that they've been a) nowhere near as popular over here, and b) in other countries (which largely explains 'a' to the British public, but we all seem to have forgotten that in a wave of national pride), I've never really paid much attention. Which, incidentally, is exactly the same stick we're embarrassingly attempting to beat the Americans with in some kinda of surreal exercise in guilt tripping a nation thousands of miles away into agreeing with us on everything.
Pot, meet kettle, now comment on each others colour.
None of this though cuts to the heart of the matter as to why the Paralympics is screwing with us as a nation. But when you're sitting there cheering on ParalympicsGB, just like me (remember that, pitchfork lovers), while quietly hoping our athlete's nearest competitor falls over to secure us a medal, remember, what you're actually doing is secretly hoping that someone with some life changing injury/illness, who has over come massive amounts of adversity, fails miserably in their quest to prove that nothing can stand in their way.
Now how do you feel?
It used to be so easy, you'd get up in the morning, get on with your life, and try not to be a total arse. Not any more. Two weeks of national pride from the Olympics, and we've all raced headlong into Paralympic excitement, and discovered that when it boils down to it, we're really complete and utter gits.
And don't even think about saying something like 'well, in the end they're all winners' as that'll just make you a patronizing bastard.
Friday, 31 August 2012
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Mirror mirror on the wall......
One thing I've learnt over the years, and through various different companies, is that somedays the best way of getting things done is to simply walk into the office and slap anyone I consider to be an idiot. The shock alone keeps them quiet long enough to improve the productivity of the rest of the team 10 fold.
Today however, productivity across the nation was ruined by what can only be described as one of the most delusional narcissistic displays of idiocy that anyone has ever penned in the entirety of human history. I'm talking of course of Samantha Brick's detailed description of the hassle of her daily life as a self deified goddess.*
Sultry Samantha, once she was able to prise herself away from her own reflection this morning, took it upon herself to detail the precise pains she's had to indure as Britain's formost self appointed beauty queen. And I do mean great detail, not one to skimp on the information Scintillating Sam penned a post was so long and image laden that I had to nip to the gents twice for a combination of vomiting an onanism just to get through the whole thing!
Starting off with a genital baiting image of her wearing what can only be described as 'something mauve', she goes on to detail the hassle of the constant gifts she receives from total strangers, passers by feeling compelled to buy her train tickets, and people rushing across the street to pay her cab fare. In fact by the time she's finished with this part of the tale you're left with the feeling that Christmas in the Brick household must be seen as little more than a disappointing day off from the constant gifts she's receiving the rest of the time. To be honest it's a minor miracle she was able to see past all the bunches of flowers to her computer screen to even type the article.
It's not all constant gifts and praise though. Poor old Samantha finds herself a victim of her own beauty. Apparently her bosses generally don't like her because she's just so damn beautiful that distracts the men around her, and other women get all bitchy and say horrible things about her. Horrible things such as "there she goes, that daft bint with a delusional sense of her own self worth", and "where does she get off acting like she's better than everyone else?" It's like living in a waking nightmare. Apparently. Because in Sexy Sammy's world, anyone with an XX chromosome is literally seething with beauty based envy, and they're making her live a misery.
Then of course you dig a little deeper, and find that when Samantha's not being held back by being just so fucking gorgeous that nobody else can concentrate, she spending her time writing other articles, articles with titles like "I use my sex appeal to get ahead at work.... and so does ANY woman with any sense". Which is so spectacular on it's own that I'm not even going to pass comment on that.
So, because of you Samantha the entire nation wasted the majority of the day on one colossal 'you must be fucking kidding me' outburst. .
That, quite simply, was one of the most spectacular display's I think I'm ever likely to see.
*I'm not linking to the Daily Mail, every time someone does that they have to sponsor a child in some third world country to keep the Ying Yang in balance, and quite frankly it's getting ridiculous.
Update
Sam apparently really doesn't get the point, as it seems that today she's decided that the entire internets unanimous declaration of "what the actual fuck?!?" that she witnessed yesterday was, unbeknown to literally ANYONE else, proving her point.
I'm genuinely impressed at this point, it takes a really special level of dedication to achieve this level of delusion. But then, when you write for a paper famed for being convinced that getting up in the morning gives you cancer, I'm not really sure that we should have expected anything less.
Update
Sam apparently really doesn't get the point, as it seems that today she's decided that the entire internets unanimous declaration of "what the actual fuck?!?" that she witnessed yesterday was, unbeknown to literally ANYONE else, proving her point.
I'm genuinely impressed at this point, it takes a really special level of dedication to achieve this level of delusion. But then, when you write for a paper famed for being convinced that getting up in the morning gives you cancer, I'm not really sure that we should have expected anything less.
Friday, 30 March 2012
Petrol hoarding peasants
A woman in somewhere called Yorkshire, has just been admitted to hospital suffering burns. Which is unfortunate. Well, it would be unfortunate until you start to take into account the rest of the story. At which point you're left with a very different feeling.
So, how did this Kentucky Fried turn of events come to pass? Was there a gas leak that went bang after the electrics were switched on? Nope. Was there some other malfunction causing things to catch fire that she frantically tried to put out before any more damage could be done? Nope. Was there some kind of chip pan fire? Nope. Had the kids gotten to some matches that they shouldn't have and caused a disaster? Nope.
Any of those things, quite frankly, would have been entirely reasonable, and highly unfortunate. Tragically for the species however, none of there are remotely close to what actually happened.
So what did happen?
Well, on Wednesday it was announced that someone, somewhere, might, at some point, decide not to go to work for a few days. As such the Government, in what can only be described as diversionary tactics to stop everyone crying into their newly over priced pasties, decided that the only reasonable course of actions to remedy these entirely hypothetical events was to suggest that everyone rush out and buy as much fuel as humanly possible, just in case something imaginary were to take place before bed time.
So, as a result our northern rocket surgeon decided, after looking at these facts, that her best course of action was, much as herself, simple:
Basically this is the intellectual equivalent of sticking your head in a lion's mouth and giving it a good hard slap on the bollocks just to see what happens. As for the rest of us; this is exactly what happens to society when we allow political correctness to stand in the way of natural selection. We have far, FAR, too many people in this country, thinning out the ranks of the morons can only ever be a good thing. If we keep treating them and pandering to these displays of rampant intellect we all know what will happen. Cyclists will continue to consider themselves special, South Eastern rail will continue to find employees, and the phrase 'may contain nuts' will still be considered an entirely reasonable use of packaging space that could otherwise have been filled with cute pictures of kittens.
So stop it, all of you! For the good of society, think twice before you help someone. Do this for just a year, and maybe, just maybe, we can resolve this whole lack of food and water thing, and start achieving something better than bureaucracy as a race.
So, how did this Kentucky Fried turn of events come to pass? Was there a gas leak that went bang after the electrics were switched on? Nope. Was there some other malfunction causing things to catch fire that she frantically tried to put out before any more damage could be done? Nope. Was there some kind of chip pan fire? Nope. Had the kids gotten to some matches that they shouldn't have and caused a disaster? Nope.
Any of those things, quite frankly, would have been entirely reasonable, and highly unfortunate. Tragically for the species however, none of there are remotely close to what actually happened.
So what did happen?
Well, on Wednesday it was announced that someone, somewhere, might, at some point, decide not to go to work for a few days. As such the Government, in what can only be described as diversionary tactics to stop everyone crying into their newly over priced pasties, decided that the only reasonable course of actions to remedy these entirely hypothetical events was to suggest that everyone rush out and buy as much fuel as humanly possible, just in case something imaginary were to take place before bed time.
So, as a result our northern rocket surgeon decided, after looking at these facts, that her best course of action was, much as herself, simple:
- Rush out to the nearest petrol emporium and panic buy fuel she didn't need
- Store as much of it as possible it in various things that weren't fuel tanks
- Empty them out it in her kitchen
- Ensuring while doing this that the fucking cooker is switched on, and right next to her.
Basically this is the intellectual equivalent of sticking your head in a lion's mouth and giving it a good hard slap on the bollocks just to see what happens. As for the rest of us; this is exactly what happens to society when we allow political correctness to stand in the way of natural selection. We have far, FAR, too many people in this country, thinning out the ranks of the morons can only ever be a good thing. If we keep treating them and pandering to these displays of rampant intellect we all know what will happen. Cyclists will continue to consider themselves special, South Eastern rail will continue to find employees, and the phrase 'may contain nuts' will still be considered an entirely reasonable use of packaging space that could otherwise have been filled with cute pictures of kittens.
So stop it, all of you! For the good of society, think twice before you help someone. Do this for just a year, and maybe, just maybe, we can resolve this whole lack of food and water thing, and start achieving something better than bureaucracy as a race.
Friday, 2 March 2012
Politicaly correct job centres to end civilisation.
I was just pointed in the direction of this display of abject stupidity. In summary it argues that by discounting applications from people with lower qualifications than you asked for, an employer is breaching someone's human rights.
Yup, someone actually, in all seriousness thought that through, wrote about it, and then when to themselves, 'yes, this, this is something I wish to put my name to'.
Allow me to clarify. Or, alternatively, just get annoyed now and leave me comments about me being a Sexist Nazi Paedo who's trying to ruin everyone's lives. You know, proper internet level debating logic, that kind of thing.
Right, now that we've cleared out the bleeding heart crowd, lets move on.
Assuming that ability and intelligence is only a measure of the letters someone has attached to their name, is, painfully bloody obviously, stupid. I know this, and hopefully, so do you. For example I interviewed a guy last week who, on paper, had all the relevant qualifications and experience, and in person came across as though nature fucked up when it allowed him to graduate from his fathers crusty gym sock. And yes, that process works very much in both ways.
But, claiming that it's discriminatory to state qualification grades is flawed on such a basic level I'm amazed I even have to point this out. But, just for fun, let's walk through this scenario to it's logical conclusion shall we. Discriminating against Graduates based on degree grade is wrong, okay, well, we can't have one rule for them and one for everyone else, after all, that's discriminatory (as in actually discriminatory, and not just bat shit mental hippy crap). So, we have to apply this everywhere. A-levels, GNVQs, GCSEs, none of these amount to shit anymore, because to be concerned about them is discriminatory. Instead, just change your CV to provide a vague description of stuff you think you're brilliant at, but ultimately cannot be measured on any sensible or relational scale and start applying for jobs.
Now, instead of having 20 applicants for every vacancy in this recession, we now have thousands of them. It's impossible for any manager anywhere to ever asses every applicants CV, so every applicant now has an open door to sue for discrimination as they can argue they were more than qualified for the position. They, of course, will all win. This because it's impossible to provide a decent defense under the circumstances because it was impossible to vet all the CVs in the first place. As a result companies can't afford to pay the fines, everyone goes out of business, and nobody anywhere has a job. That in turn devalues the currency to the point of it being worthless, meaning nothing can be paid for, but as nobody has a job, there's nobody to do anything about that either, so that's also pointless. So, there's no money, and no jobs, and no employers, and nobody doing anything about it as we're all too spoon-fed into thinking everything is everyone else's fault. Soon the infrastructure collapses and there's fuck all of anything else left either. And within 3 weeks everyone's resorted to chewing on the bones of anyone smaller than them for sustenance and the whole country has turned into a scene from a Saturday night in Glasgow.
So here's a better idea. If you're the type of person who wants to remove the educational level requirements, how about we just re-asses the entire application process, and instead arrange to lower a contract into a field of unemployed people, and give the job to which ever person either a) survives the brawl for the contract, or b) is smart enough to stand to the side watching the rest of these under qualified retards fight it out amongst themselves.
Yup, someone actually, in all seriousness thought that through, wrote about it, and then when to themselves, 'yes, this, this is something I wish to put my name to'.
Allow me to clarify. Or, alternatively, just get annoyed now and leave me comments about me being a Sexist Nazi Paedo who's trying to ruin everyone's lives. You know, proper internet level debating logic, that kind of thing.
Right, now that we've cleared out the bleeding heart crowd, lets move on.
Assuming that ability and intelligence is only a measure of the letters someone has attached to their name, is, painfully bloody obviously, stupid. I know this, and hopefully, so do you. For example I interviewed a guy last week who, on paper, had all the relevant qualifications and experience, and in person came across as though nature fucked up when it allowed him to graduate from his fathers crusty gym sock. And yes, that process works very much in both ways.
But, claiming that it's discriminatory to state qualification grades is flawed on such a basic level I'm amazed I even have to point this out. But, just for fun, let's walk through this scenario to it's logical conclusion shall we. Discriminating against Graduates based on degree grade is wrong, okay, well, we can't have one rule for them and one for everyone else, after all, that's discriminatory (as in actually discriminatory, and not just bat shit mental hippy crap). So, we have to apply this everywhere. A-levels, GNVQs, GCSEs, none of these amount to shit anymore, because to be concerned about them is discriminatory. Instead, just change your CV to provide a vague description of stuff you think you're brilliant at, but ultimately cannot be measured on any sensible or relational scale and start applying for jobs.
Now, instead of having 20 applicants for every vacancy in this recession, we now have thousands of them. It's impossible for any manager anywhere to ever asses every applicants CV, so every applicant now has an open door to sue for discrimination as they can argue they were more than qualified for the position. They, of course, will all win. This because it's impossible to provide a decent defense under the circumstances because it was impossible to vet all the CVs in the first place. As a result companies can't afford to pay the fines, everyone goes out of business, and nobody anywhere has a job. That in turn devalues the currency to the point of it being worthless, meaning nothing can be paid for, but as nobody has a job, there's nobody to do anything about that either, so that's also pointless. So, there's no money, and no jobs, and no employers, and nobody doing anything about it as we're all too spoon-fed into thinking everything is everyone else's fault. Soon the infrastructure collapses and there's fuck all of anything else left either. And within 3 weeks everyone's resorted to chewing on the bones of anyone smaller than them for sustenance and the whole country has turned into a scene from a Saturday night in Glasgow.
So here's a better idea. If you're the type of person who wants to remove the educational level requirements, how about we just re-asses the entire application process, and instead arrange to lower a contract into a field of unemployed people, and give the job to which ever person either a) survives the brawl for the contract, or b) is smart enough to stand to the side watching the rest of these under qualified retards fight it out amongst themselves.
Friday, 3 February 2012
Freshen up for the ladies!
There is literally nothing more confusing to me than the sight, and sound, of other men being given advice on their sex appeal by the 'freshen up for the ladies' guy in the gents loo. Literally nothing.
Think about it for a second. These guys are sitting in a damp room, surrounded by exposed men, watching them piss, and hearing them shit, and this, THIS, is the guy who's supposed to inspire us to shell out an extra few quid for some cologne and a lolly. The only other people on the planet with the same working conditions as these guys are tramps, but at least they have the good grace to just write a note and shut up about it.
Anyway, as we know, any sales job requires a pitch, which brings me to the rest of thispost abomination. This is what we, as a species, actually allowed to happen in one night, in the same bar, a couple of weeks back.
The horror began literally as soon as I walked into the gents, luckily it wasn't empty, otherwise this could have ended up in a much colder, darker place, but still. Two seconds in, and while I'm quickly assessing the situation so as not to screw up urinal etiquette, I hear a sudden chant of "No Dolce Gabbana, then she no suck your banana!" Which, I must admit, had me somewhat distracted. But yes, I actually heard that. And he kept a straight face. And it worked. People actually gave him money for that.
What the hell is the thought process of these guys who get drawn in by this?
"Yes, you are a man whose opinion I should value when it comes to making myself appealing to women. All this education I keep hearing about to further myself, develop an ability to form interesting intellectual arguments or conduct mental gymnastics, all these clever witticisms I sometimes try in an effort to get a smile are useless! Where have you been all my life you terrifying, slightly damp, strange smelling, piss soaked genius! Quick have some cash! Plaster me in cologne! Ply me with sweets! What's that? Those Lolly's have been sitting in the toilets for hours, being grabbed at by anyone and everyone who thought they could sneak out without so much as rinsing their hands? I care not! Quick, give me Lollys, the sheer sight of a man with a 3 year old's treat in his mouth will have women literally flinging themselves at me!"
But that wasn't it. Oh no, there are other rules. Different scents for different goals I guess. So, it's Dolce Gabbana for a blow job, but what other pearls of wisdom did he generously choose to impart?
Well, luckily there were a few. Eventually. Before that he devoted a good minute or two to simply chanting "Punanai punanai" over and over again. But once that was done, he revealed the secret wisdom of what I now refer to as the scale of cologne. Behold!
No Dolce Gabbana, she no suck your banana.
Get some CK One and she'll open up her bum. (again, yes, that was actually allowed to happen)
No spray no lay, no spray no lay! (Sung to the tune of 'Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole, feeling hot hot hot)
Giorgio Armani, get you some Punani!
Freshen up from you slash, get you some gash!
It was at that point that I left in confused state of horror and pity for the people left to experience what was going to evolve in that bar over the rest of the night, and firmly questioning how the hell we ever got this far as a species.
So ladies, next time you meet a guy in a bar, and you're thinking 'ohh, he smells nice, it's good to meet a guy who made an effort'. Well, he didn't, he spent about £2 on it because a tramp managed to convince him that it had worked for him before. And if he offers you one, you might want to pass on the sweets. You now know where they've been.
Think about it for a second. These guys are sitting in a damp room, surrounded by exposed men, watching them piss, and hearing them shit, and this, THIS, is the guy who's supposed to inspire us to shell out an extra few quid for some cologne and a lolly. The only other people on the planet with the same working conditions as these guys are tramps, but at least they have the good grace to just write a note and shut up about it.
Anyway, as we know, any sales job requires a pitch, which brings me to the rest of this
The horror began literally as soon as I walked into the gents, luckily it wasn't empty, otherwise this could have ended up in a much colder, darker place, but still. Two seconds in, and while I'm quickly assessing the situation so as not to screw up urinal etiquette, I hear a sudden chant of "No Dolce Gabbana, then she no suck your banana!" Which, I must admit, had me somewhat distracted. But yes, I actually heard that. And he kept a straight face. And it worked. People actually gave him money for that.
What the hell is the thought process of these guys who get drawn in by this?
"Yes, you are a man whose opinion I should value when it comes to making myself appealing to women. All this education I keep hearing about to further myself, develop an ability to form interesting intellectual arguments or conduct mental gymnastics, all these clever witticisms I sometimes try in an effort to get a smile are useless! Where have you been all my life you terrifying, slightly damp, strange smelling, piss soaked genius! Quick have some cash! Plaster me in cologne! Ply me with sweets! What's that? Those Lolly's have been sitting in the toilets for hours, being grabbed at by anyone and everyone who thought they could sneak out without so much as rinsing their hands? I care not! Quick, give me Lollys, the sheer sight of a man with a 3 year old's treat in his mouth will have women literally flinging themselves at me!"
But that wasn't it. Oh no, there are other rules. Different scents for different goals I guess. So, it's Dolce Gabbana for a blow job, but what other pearls of wisdom did he generously choose to impart?
Well, luckily there were a few. Eventually. Before that he devoted a good minute or two to simply chanting "Punanai punanai" over and over again. But once that was done, he revealed the secret wisdom of what I now refer to as the scale of cologne. Behold!
No Dolce Gabbana, she no suck your banana.
Get some CK One and she'll open up her bum. (again, yes, that was actually allowed to happen)
No spray no lay, no spray no lay! (Sung to the tune of 'Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole, feeling hot hot hot)
Giorgio Armani, get you some Punani!
Freshen up from you slash, get you some gash!
It was at that point that I left in confused state of horror and pity for the people left to experience what was going to evolve in that bar over the rest of the night, and firmly questioning how the hell we ever got this far as a species.
So ladies, next time you meet a guy in a bar, and you're thinking 'ohh, he smells nice, it's good to meet a guy who made an effort'. Well, he didn't, he spent about £2 on it because a tramp managed to convince him that it had worked for him before. And if he offers you one, you might want to pass on the sweets. You now know where they've been.
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Wiki-me
Yesterday, in the absence of Wikipedia (quite rightly) in protest to some American's writing laws for things they don't understand, I decided to take one for the team, and offer my services to answer all your whimsical questions in place of, well, everyone else I guess.
Anyway, here's the collected works. Don't check these on Wikipedia just yet, I've not had enough time to go through and correct all their erroneous articles.
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Q: Wenn ist das Nunstück git und Slotermeyer?
A: To answer that would kill whomever read it.
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Q: How long is a piece of string?
A: Twice the distance from the middle to either end
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Q: Tell me about badgers
A: Badgers, like Eskimos, are widely believed in creatures yet actually nothing more than an urban legend. The origins of the myth dates back to the birth of road markings when a lazy council worker accidentally painted a stripe intended for the road onto a Labrador.
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Q: What is the melting point of granite? I actually tried to ask Wikipedia this once, but it crashed so I still don't know.
A: There is no point in melting granite. That's why Wikipedia crashed on you in the first instance
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Q: What is the meaning of life?
A: Think like a genius, dress like a rock star, fuck like a porn star.
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Q: When are you going to stop playing on facebook and DO SOME WORK!?!?
A: As a female (as the questioner is), you should be more than familiar with multitasking. As a male with a girl's haircut, I'm doing a great job of multitasking, but ultimately just doing everything badly. You shouldn't have needed Wiki-Me for that answer
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Q: What's the origin of Cheese?
A: Cheese was created by the French in 14th century, as would become their national trait it was created by accident after being too damn lazy to finish the job after milking a cow.
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Q: Why do fridge companies provide you with egg holders when you're not supposed to keep eggs in the fridge?
A: To give the chickens that you are supposed to keep in the fridge something to aim at. Which also works with other egg laying animals. NB. Do not attempt this with an Ostrich
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Q: Is it cheaper to boil a mug of water in the microwave or boil the kettle?
A: Kettles are made of various materials, and as such would have various boiling points dependent on the specific component at the time. Personally I'd use the kettle to boil things, and not the other way round.
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Q: In the absence of a verifiable god, what living thing might be idolised and sacrificed to instead?
A: As modern monotheistic religions generally depict their particular brand of cloud fairy's to be somewhere above us, logic dictates that the higher something, or someone is, the closer to God it must be. As such, and for want of any better alternatives, I'd recommend myself for your idol-worshiping and virgin sacrificing needs
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Q: Why does a U always follow a Q?
A: Because if you weren't following in a queue you wouldn't be in a queue
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Q: Is there any occasion when it is socially acceptable to fart in public?
A: Only in the event that someone else just has, and you want to make them feel better about it.
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Q: Would it be better to be attacked one horse sized duck or ten duck sized horses?
A: An assault from 10 duck sized horses would likely result in little more than an amusing game of equine punting, which while comical in the extreme, would probably annoy renowned delusionists Peta. Where-as being attacked by a Horse sized Duck would be acceptable as your actions would be considered self defence. So, in the long term, the former is better, in the short term the latter. So it basically depends on how old (and thus close to death) you are.
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Q: Shark v crocodile?
A: That depends on the level of training both animals has had, and the environment in which the combat takes place. In general though, Crocodile, as they've got millions of years worth of experience.
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Q: Why do all people who drive white vans drive badly?
A: A white van that is well driven is generally considered to be stolen. As such, the rightful owners have to drive badly to avoid getting pulled over by the police
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Q: Why do old people always choose to go to the post-office at lunch time or travel at rush hour when they have all day to do it?
A: The population of the UK is essentially a government cover up, there are only 25 of us. The rest are Greek contractors who, as they don't have any money any more, are now employed through the EU's care in the community programme to take up space in the UK to give us all something to complain about. Complaints being the natural fuel of any self respecting Brit. As such, they are only visible during peak times.
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Q: Are there pigeons in Papau New Guinea?
A: Pigeons, or Sky-rats as they're known, used to live in Papau New Guinea, but moved to the UK as they found it more fun to shit on rich tourists in London
Anyway, here's the collected works. Don't check these on Wikipedia just yet, I've not had enough time to go through and correct all their erroneous articles.
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Q: Wenn ist das Nunstück git und Slotermeyer?
A: To answer that would kill whomever read it.
************
Q: How long is a piece of string?
A: Twice the distance from the middle to either end
************
Q: Tell me about badgers
A: Badgers, like Eskimos, are widely believed in creatures yet actually nothing more than an urban legend. The origins of the myth dates back to the birth of road markings when a lazy council worker accidentally painted a stripe intended for the road onto a Labrador.
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Q: What is the melting point of granite? I actually tried to ask Wikipedia this once, but it crashed so I still don't know.
A: There is no point in melting granite. That's why Wikipedia crashed on you in the first instance
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Q: What is the meaning of life?
A: Think like a genius, dress like a rock star, fuck like a porn star.
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Q: When are you going to stop playing on facebook and DO SOME WORK!?!?
A: As a female (as the questioner is), you should be more than familiar with multitasking. As a male with a girl's haircut, I'm doing a great job of multitasking, but ultimately just doing everything badly. You shouldn't have needed Wiki-Me for that answer
************
Q: What's the origin of Cheese?
A: Cheese was created by the French in 14th century, as would become their national trait it was created by accident after being too damn lazy to finish the job after milking a cow.
************
Q: Why do fridge companies provide you with egg holders when you're not supposed to keep eggs in the fridge?
A: To give the chickens that you are supposed to keep in the fridge something to aim at. Which also works with other egg laying animals. NB. Do not attempt this with an Ostrich
************
Q: Is it cheaper to boil a mug of water in the microwave or boil the kettle?
A: Kettles are made of various materials, and as such would have various boiling points dependent on the specific component at the time. Personally I'd use the kettle to boil things, and not the other way round.
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Q: In the absence of a verifiable god, what living thing might be idolised and sacrificed to instead?
A: As modern monotheistic religions generally depict their particular brand of cloud fairy's to be somewhere above us, logic dictates that the higher something, or someone is, the closer to God it must be. As such, and for want of any better alternatives, I'd recommend myself for your idol-worshiping and virgin sacrificing needs
************
Q: Why does a U always follow a Q?
A: Because if you weren't following in a queue you wouldn't be in a queue
************
Q: Is there any occasion when it is socially acceptable to fart in public?
A: Only in the event that someone else just has, and you want to make them feel better about it.
************
Q: Would it be better to be attacked one horse sized duck or ten duck sized horses?
A: An assault from 10 duck sized horses would likely result in little more than an amusing game of equine punting, which while comical in the extreme, would probably annoy renowned delusionists Peta. Where-as being attacked by a Horse sized Duck would be acceptable as your actions would be considered self defence. So, in the long term, the former is better, in the short term the latter. So it basically depends on how old (and thus close to death) you are.
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Q: Shark v crocodile?
A: That depends on the level of training both animals has had, and the environment in which the combat takes place. In general though, Crocodile, as they've got millions of years worth of experience.
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Q: Why do all people who drive white vans drive badly?
A: A white van that is well driven is generally considered to be stolen. As such, the rightful owners have to drive badly to avoid getting pulled over by the police
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Q: Why do old people always choose to go to the post-office at lunch time or travel at rush hour when they have all day to do it?
A: The population of the UK is essentially a government cover up, there are only 25 of us. The rest are Greek contractors who, as they don't have any money any more, are now employed through the EU's care in the community programme to take up space in the UK to give us all something to complain about. Complaints being the natural fuel of any self respecting Brit. As such, they are only visible during peak times.
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Q: Are there pigeons in Papau New Guinea?
A: Pigeons, or Sky-rats as they're known, used to live in Papau New Guinea, but moved to the UK as they found it more fun to shit on rich tourists in London
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Top responses to #GodIsNotGreat
The other week Christopher Hitchins died, causing #GodIsNotGreat to start trending on Twitter. Personally I'd been living in a hole and hadn't heard of him before (although my copy of God is not Great is now on order), but the resulting insanity from religious types was quite spectacualr, and, as often seems to be the way with these things, gloriously hypocritical.
Anyway, the people at Buzz Feed have compiled a list of the top 25 responses to the God Is Not Great trend topic.
Warning, contains clear examples of a failed education system, fundamental inabilities to spell, and an avalanche of hypocrisy.
Enjoy! Top 25 responses to God is not great
Anyway, the people at Buzz Feed have compiled a list of the top 25 responses to the God Is Not Great trend topic.
Warning, contains clear examples of a failed education system, fundamental inabilities to spell, and an avalanche of hypocrisy.
Enjoy! Top 25 responses to God is not great
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