Showing posts with label pointless things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pointless things. Show all posts

Friday, 18 April 2008

Training, Day Five.

Amusing story involving late night running and a rape alarm to follow.

Fags smoked: 1.5
Booze comsumed: One glass of red wine.
Women inadvertantly terrified: 1
People you've called a cunt since quitting smoking: 5
Where does it hurt: My shins.
Are you scared: Not as much as I was.


It's getting easier. Might have to make things more difficult next week.

Wednesday, 16 April 2008

Training, Day Three.

Miles ran? About 3
The Time it Took You? Too fucking long.
Cigarettes Smoked Since Starting Training? 1.5
Alcohol Consumed Since Starting Training? Fuck all.
Where Does it Hurt? Mostly everywhere. Except my balls.
Did They Send You Nurses? No, because they are cunts.
Are you Afraid? Yes.

Monday, 14 April 2008

Training, Day One

Send nurses...
Send many nurses with soft hands.
For the love of god, one of you send me some nurses...


*Edit/Update* Don't send any nurses, I'll kill them for their cigarettes/ the contents of their hip flasks.




*Further update* Send nurses. with soft hands...

Thursday, 10 April 2008

You Are a Runner and I Am My Father's Son.

For as long as I can remember it's been an amibition of mine to die childless attempting to do something really pointless. Mostly because I want to deprive future generations of my awesome DNA. I'm a bit spiteful, you see.

Anyways, because it will probably kill me and because I'm a fucking idiot, I signed up for the ballot to enter the 2009 London Marathon today.

This could be an interesting experiment, currently I can't get out of a chair without going into a coughing fit that sounds like someone has stabbed a dog with enphysemia in the lungs while giving it a good shake, by next year I have to be able to run for four plus hours.

I'm spending the rest of today saying goodbye to my two true loves; fags and booze. Tomorrow I start training.

It's going to be painful.

I'll mostly be turning this thing over to being my boring-ass training blog for the next year. I'm sure it'll be so exciting for you to read.

Tuesday, 31 October 2006

The Panda Thing

The only amusing thing I ever wrote, and it's not really even very amusing. It's like like the greatest hit of a one hit wonder that never really had that much of a hit in the first place. Top twenty at best. It's like Scooby Snacks by the Fun Lovin' Criminals but only slightly less annoying. It's the Pandas=Bastards thing:


Pandas are rubbish, it's a fact that only I and certain other mentally ill types seem to have noticed. Why do pandas piss me off? Because they are a bunch of useless, obdurate, selfish, lazy, fussy, fraudulent bastards who more than deserve to be up the evolutionary creek they are up right now. They are a prime example of the pointlessness of animal that aren't good to eat.


So what if they're dying out because their habitat is being destroyed and they've no bamboo to eat? They really aren't in a position to be all discriminating about their diet.


Goats will eat anything, there are loads of goats, goats are good to eat, goats are cool.


Anyways, when some do-gooder does get two of the fat idiots in the same room ( at great expense ) no amount of mood lighting, Barry White music and oysters will ever get them to mate. Why? Because even pandas hate pandas.


You won't ever have this problem with pigs because pigs are good to eat, pigs are cool.


Ever see a panda? All the useless twats do is sit around looking sorry for themselves. Monkeys, on the other hand are very entertaining. Clint Eastwood even made a movie with one.


Monkeys probably aren't good to eat but they're still very cool.


Pandas aren't even real bears-FACT


Panda cola is shite, Penguin bars are tasty.


I rest my case.