An Uninteresting Post About My Uninteresting Life. Not Interested? Look Away Now
Yeah, I've been neglecting this fucking thing. Every time I try and I write on Blogger (once, to be fair), it cocks up, shows the white flag and its yellow belly like an elite army of French soldiers.
And now I'm off to Budapest on some shitfest fucking stag weekend. Fuck knows why I agreed to go. What's wrong with a stag night? In fact, what's wrong with a stag pint? Fucking stupid idea if you ask me. Weather reports say 30 degrees plus, so I'll be sweating like a French soldier within sight of the enemy but without anything white in my possession. And probably saying "merde" a lot more.
There are a few burning issues that need attending to, I've been too lazy to finish articles with the following titles:
"I Didn't Come To This Multiplayer Online Game To Chat, Goddammit!", "Attention Scientists: Stop Trying To Kill Peter.", "Don't Know What To Do? Do Nothing." and "Rambling Diatribe 3."*.
Hopefully I'll be able to fight off the technical issues (read sober up) and sort some proper shit out next week. No doubt they'll all be rushed and utter cock as a result and will never see the light of day. Swings and roundabouts and all things nice, as they say in Hungary (I hope, anyway).
I've been asked about tonight's World Cup match between France and Portugal and who I'll be supporting. Well I'm rooting for the terrorists on this one. The Mad Mullahs must have some use, come on lads...win one for Blighty.
*Title's a bit vague, isn't it? What a tosser.
PO'P EDIT: Now this fucking thing won't fucking publish either. Something or someone is going to fucking swing and burn. Fucking amateur cunts. If you can read this, then you are witnessing a fucking miracle.
And now I'm off to Budapest on some shitfest fucking stag weekend. Fuck knows why I agreed to go. What's wrong with a stag night? In fact, what's wrong with a stag pint? Fucking stupid idea if you ask me. Weather reports say 30 degrees plus, so I'll be sweating like a French soldier within sight of the enemy but without anything white in my possession. And probably saying "merde" a lot more.
There are a few burning issues that need attending to, I've been too lazy to finish articles with the following titles:
"I Didn't Come To This Multiplayer Online Game To Chat, Goddammit!", "Attention Scientists: Stop Trying To Kill Peter.", "Don't Know What To Do? Do Nothing." and "Rambling Diatribe 3."*.
Hopefully I'll be able to fight off the technical issues (read sober up) and sort some proper shit out next week. No doubt they'll all be rushed and utter cock as a result and will never see the light of day. Swings and roundabouts and all things nice, as they say in Hungary (I hope, anyway).
I've been asked about tonight's World Cup match between France and Portugal and who I'll be supporting. Well I'm rooting for the terrorists on this one. The Mad Mullahs must have some use, come on lads...win one for Blighty.
*Title's a bit vague, isn't it? What a tosser.
PO'P EDIT: Now this fucking thing won't fucking publish either. Something or someone is going to fucking swing and burn. Fucking amateur cunts. If you can read this, then you are witnessing a fucking miracle.
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6:48 pm
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