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The Real Saturday Post

This is the real post. The Satireday post was just a gag.

But it is never-the-less true, I do spend more time browsing the booze aisle in the supermarket than my brisk perusal of the rest of it for necessities.

marvinI just noticed that the WankerBot from Montreal, Canada has attacked my Nether Region blog with 2,500 +/- hits.

Why does he bother? All it does is stuff up my stats for the month. Get a life!

I managed a trip to the supermarket this morning, apart from a bottle of Martini Rosso, the rest was boring stuff, eating stuff, cleaning stuff.

Today is all about Formula One practice at Interlagos in São Paulo. Not that I’m interested, it’s freakin’ boring.

Luxury-yachtSaw a post this morning on luxury yachts. Honestly, this is criminal. Things like luxury yachts should have a 1,000% tax on them, make these playboy bastards pay for their indiscriminate use of resources.

Anyone with the money to splurge like this should be paying 99% income tax. The whole idea of the super-rich is disgusting. Buy a freakin’ dingy.

vvvWonderful bumper sticker: Veni, vedi, visa – I came, I saw, I did a little shopping!

Then I saw this on google.

I don’t like credit, but the humour doesn’t escape me.

Raining today, rained yesterday, will rain again tomorrow. That’s the weather forecast.

Refreshingly cool, which is a change from the punishing heat during the rest of the week.

Cloro has a new friend. A little black sort of tortoiseshell kitten. One more cat in the neighbourhood to feed. Now I have four who will invade the house to steal Cloro’s food.

As for the rest of the wekend, I have planned nothing. I should be successful.

No, that’s a lie. I need to finish printing a hard copy of my grammar book to proof read.







These may have a hole, but they still offer support

These may have a hole, but they still offer support

This morning as I changed put on my underpants, I had a decidedly uncomfortable feeling. The gusset in my clean underpants had finally given up the ghost, leaving me without the normal feeling of support.

This is a weird sensation, one that women will never know; a man needs his support.

Speaking of which, I read yesterday in The Press that there are a new fangled type of underpants, I believe for both men and women; they filter your farts. Yes, a miracle carbon filter removes the smell from your farts. This is a social menace, how will people know if you farted if they can’t smell it? Farts are designed to smell, it’s for the benefit of deaf people, they smell for a reason.

I have always taken a philosophical view of farts. I have never been ashamed of my flatulence, and always admit when I have farted; simply because I want people to know that I don’t always smell like this.

Yesterday, I was visited by the bastard bot from Canada again, my blog got an erroneous 1,700 odd hits. Geez, I hate that, it stuffs up my stats something shocking.

I have been following an irreverent blog called Hot Lard for the past few weeks, but the blogger decided it was taking too much of his time, and closed it to open a newer less time consuming blog called ‘nergfoogle‘ so if you have been nergfoogled today, go and check it out.


I do feel a nap coming on…



Atlas 1Yay for Atlas!

I have an Atlas in my kitchen!

Ahem, minus the penis… One of those in the house is enough.

It arrived a half hour ago.

Old stoves now in the yard. new stove installed, already made coffee with it.

What did you expect? Of course I made coffee with it, I had to make sure it knew how to make coffee!

The water boiled so quickly, it was incredible; and to think I suffered five years with the old ones.

I have to arrange a power point for the  auto starter and oven light, but that’s not a priority at the moment. I can continue to use my recycled cigarette lighters as I have always done. Maybe one day…

I can go to work today with an easy mind, and pay my bills on time tomorrow.

I read in the news today that another teenage girl in Britain has killed herself with this cyber bullying on FaceBook. Extremely sad to see young people using the net so cruelly. Parents need to educate their kids, at the slightest sign of bullying, close your account, don’t be pressured into suffering. Having a FB account is not obligatory, if you close it, it’s not the end of the world.

On Sunday my blog was visited again with 1630+ hits. I caught it this time and watched the live Feedjit link as the hits were coming every few seconds. It has to be a ‘bot’. And there’s no way I can block it having a free WordPress account. If I had a paid account, I could install plugins that would deals with it. But WP is so bloody primitive and backward that a free account doesn’t have these options. That’s the main reason why Blogspot will always win hands down, but then because of the caustic nature of some of my blogs, they can’t be trusted.

The cool didn’t last long, it was just a one day cool; back to being hot and sunny again with a slight breeze to make it tolerable.

I have just watched Marmite’s new ad. I think it’s brilliant, it brought tears to my eyes (being a Marmite lover).

I can’t get over the fact that 250+ thinned-skinned idiots have nothing better to do than complain about it.

Unloved and forgotten, thousands of Marmite jars across the UK are being neglected. This year alone, over 1 in 10 Brits admit they haven’t opened their jar in over three months. Through this latest Marmite advert, we’ve launched an urgent appeal to prevent cruelty, alleviate suffering and promote kindness to all Marmite jars. Get involved now http://www.endmarmiteneglect.comYouTube blurb

Some people really need to get a life.

Time for a nap before work.Later.

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