You Don’t Have To Say Anything.

I think it’s fair to say that blogging this week has been a bit of a write-off, like when you were in varsity and you walked in on your friend getting a blowj*b from the girl you fancied, and secretly hoped to marry one day. Sometimes it’s best to just turn around, walk away and look for someone else to play with your balls. So that’s what I’m doing right now.

Not playing with my balls. Although I’ll probably do that later, to be perfectly honest.

No, I mean writing this week off, like it never happened. Like what a chick would do after she’s made out with that rich-but-creepy-old-dude who hangs around Wadda. Or how a guy deals with things after he’s hooked up with that hot-but-smelly-chick from Asoka.

So ja, next week will be much better, we will forget this week ever happened, and we will all be best friends again. Deal?

Deal. Now let’s shake on it.

Okay, you didn’t actually have to spit on your hand first, that’s disgusting, but we will let it slide.

Are You Allowed To Give Them A Good Kicking?

It’s after 1am right now, and I’m struggling to hear myself think. This could be partly due to the copious amounts of Jameson enjoyed earlier this evening, or to the fact that I’m a very soft thinker, but I think it’s mostly because of my neighbours who have decided to throw a trance party in their lounge, and are currently jamming away to the sounds of Infected Mushroom.

I know it’s Infected Mushroom because I can actually hear every single instrumental note currently being played, which annoys me because I f**king hate Infected Mushroom, and regularly speak ill of them to my friends and family.

I usually pride myself on being a pretty “hip” and “with it” kind of cat. Or dog. You know, someone who is cool and down with the shizzle. As they say in the woods.

I am quite annoyed by this however, and currently find myself sitting here wailing and gnashing my teeth, like an aggressive dog who has just found out that the poodle next door has pissed on his lawn, and is patiently waiting for his owner to open the front door and let him out, so that he can insert his paw squarely up the poodle’s arse. And not in a sexual way either. Inserted in such a way that will insure the poodle will NEVER piss on the dog’s lawn again.

Anyhoo, I’ve gone off on a tangent now, let me just quickly collect my thoughts.

Okay, I’m back.

So now in all seriousness, when is it deemed acceptable to drop kick my neighbour down a long flight of stairs?

Would this be regarded as one of those situations?

Or am I just being a square?

The Daddy Mac Will Make You. (FFGJ #12)

It’s Friday, after we we blinked and missed Thursday. (It never happened) So now it’s time to listen to Kriss Kross and their smash hit “Jump”.

Kriss Kross were of course well known for wearing their clothes back to front. (Totally Krossed Out) I remember trying to wear my clothes back to front for a while, until I got beaten up on the playground for being weird.

F*ck you, Kriss Kross. You guys got me beaten up.

I still dig the song though.

Looks Good.

It’s Wednesday, and that means it’s time to look at an upcoming movie, which is due to open in 2009. It’s called “Watchmen” and looks like next years big movie of the Summer. It’s based on a comic which is apparently rather good:

I don’t know about you, but I’m sitting here with a bit of a semi right now. If it reminds you of the movie “300″, it’s probably because it’s directed by the same bloke, Zack Snyder. I’m not QUITE sure what the movie is all about, but special effects and a cool song is usually enough to get me sexually aroused, so I will definitely be there.

Anyhoo, I think we’re all looking forward to this flick.

Sweet, But Mostly Sad.

This is an advert that is currently up on Craigslist.org (an international version of Gumtree).

Not sure what to make of this vibe. Is it sweet? Slightly desperate? I’m leaning toward Creepy Town.

[Original Advert]