For all the over weight homeless people comes this hot tip….. The “good sammartians ” in graffiti park have left you a stair master near the clothing bin. What a lovely selfless gesture
Archive for February, 2010
It is not often I have wonder what was going through a persons mind in the few minutes before they creat a nice criss cross pattern all over their little care with sticky tape.
but I have made a list of suggestions.
- wow sticky tape………..( simple but obvious)
- fuck I found some sticky tape, maybe my luck has changed, the money I obviously didn’t spend on this piece of shit car and instead paid for my burbury wallet wasn’ t a waste after all. I can now create a matching “burbury”style car pattern to make my little shitty car match my wallet.
- wow that seizure last night really lasted a long and very symmetrical period of time and accuracy. lucky someone stuck a roll of sticky tape in my mouth.
- hey boo boo how come they don’t make cars in a woven picnic style basket theme??!?!?!?
- What do you mean my car is totalled?? that will totally buff out with some sticky tape.
On another note however, how demoralizing do you think this sign would be if the blind people the “tactile” tiles were for could actually read it??, so now not only the poor bastards can’t see, but we are going to install slippery tiles for them to rely on, “here you go follow these ‘tactile’ tiles, they will help you
I have no problem with the weight. I have no problem with eating a roast beef roll at 10:00am. I don’t even have a problem with the black (too) tights. What I do have a problem with is wearing fucking dirty fucking old slippers in public when you have gone to the effort of getting your nails done you’ve put your best earrings on and have grabbed your favourite louis v rip off hand bag. Human you have failed.
That is all. Enough said. This guy is a cock.
I am pretty sure under these new internet filters it will probably be better to live in China (less bogans)
who’s with me?, I am making a boat out of old tuperware container lids.
Man of Indian background, dressed as Michael Jackson, spruking Jewellery on the corner in blacktown while intermittently lipsynching with a portable Karaoke Machine, that volume dropped when the peron sings.
Honestly what is wrong with these fucking people, and these are just the ones in the paper this week, world wide there must be hundreds of thousands of people that would cut off a limb to have a child of their own to care for.
Yet these poor excuses for life, continue to function breath and survive.
Just wait until I am the president. There are going to be a few changes to certain taskforces.
the first one….
“eradicating fucked parents” taskforce or the EFP
sign up here, we will put them all together and sort it out to save government funds.
And yet another
After posting this picture and laughing at it, I don’t have to do another post for today.
peace out, for Lukadov, the viking. Battle well.
smacky1: yeah prob only carry a gaol sentence of fuckin two years. But if the cunts give it too me then i’ll fucking appeal the fucking cunt straight up, eh babe?
Smacky1: you know he fucking drank all the cordial, yeah that fucking pissed me off eh!
smacky1: what’d the fucking landlord say huh ?
smacky1: whatya want for dinner? … I fuck I know, we’ll go an get some of em ‘ chicken things you make chicken out of and we’ll go to the bakery and gets some rolls and we’ve got a lettuce at home and yeah we’ll have that is what we’ll have.
smacky1: where is the parole board anyhow aw fuck the worst thing the can give me is five years
smacky1: fuck i’m spewing about not having credit in the phone
Smacky1: worst thing about parole is that the can get any cunt in and get information about ya! Fucking wheres your fucking privacy rights the
smacky2: eerreer (like a zombie)
On the other side of the carriage ‘don’t you know joel’ two retards discussing football at a 2nd grade level
Made my day how good is they had a lettuce back home.