This guy gets out of court with a slapped wrist and a few hours later he is busted with enough stuff on him to be classed as a dealer.. PLEASE tell me this monkey is going down for a long stretch… Something tells me though that he’ll get six months out in three and back snorting Columbia’s finest within a week.
What a role model for our kids eh..
What in the blue cheese hell would make someone want to eat a sandwich that cost 85 quid. SOD THAT… Gimmie a veggie melt from McD’s
BBC NEWS | England | London | ‘Most expensive sandwich’ on sale
It came to say goodbye to those Google Adsense ad’s. I had a pretty mifty run of Pink Floyd and David Gilmour related ad’s there for a while but man as soon as posted again it was over and Robbie Williams Tribute acts started to appear and then it was buy green houses online.. and then today I finally snapped. Today I wanted to know where they got there shit from because we all need a little dose of that mind altering substance for them to put these ads on my Blog:
I feel violated in so many ways .. I need to google me up some help for this shit.
…off for a shower
I came across this image on Flickr and I don’t know why but it struck my english funny bone. The Jam Marketing Board should go the whole hog with this line of advertising… Robertsons would be a better househould brandname by now.
It all began last Tuesday lunchtime. There I was doing my thing and getting ready for work feeling my normal chipper self and then from out of nowhere I sneezed, and then I sneezed again and again. I was off. I was coming down with a cold and that’s they way it went at work. I did everything I could think of Sudafed, Night Nurse (Ny-Quill for the Americans amongst my three readers) and Balm coated tissues for my widdle noseywosey. I struggled through work gaining sympathy from all the ladies around me for not being a typical MAN and claiming I was dying.. I was just getting on with business.
All that changed on Wednesday. I woke up, and I was freaking dying. My head hurt, my nose was a mass sore of sandpapered skin and my chest was as raspy as Clint Eastwoods ball sac on shave day. The new work through it all man in me was ten feet smaller than he was yesterday but the realist in me said that I had to go to work because if I didn’t the ladies who were showing sympathy yesterday would be raining bloody man comments when I went back. I wasn’t having that. I got ready I slugged Night Nurse before I went to work and loaded up on Balm Coated Tissues for my pulp of a nose.
I was at work an hour and the customers were complaining that my snot was giving them a headache and I really should have stayed home and rested. I couldn’t believe it.. I was trying to break the Typical Man mould and women (the customers) were giving me grief and telling me I should have stayed home… can’t win for trying.
Any who I get sent home as there is nothing for me to do other than be on the phone and be moaned at. The only thing that hadn’t hit me with this wonder cold was the cough (it still hasn’t to any great shakes) but my cheast was starting to get more and more raspy Lou Rawls sounded more clear than me. I was finding it harder and harder to breathe and in the end (OK I was a Typical Man and refused to go to the Dr) I went to see the practice Nurse at my local surgery.
I don’t think she liked me. She kept complaining about my smoking. I know I shouldn’t smoke but I need something else to do while I am surfing the internet looking for pictures of ladies with Big …… Hands.
In the end it turns out I have a pretty wicked chest infection that’s gonna take 8 little steroid tabs a day to kill. Apparently most people start at 8 and work down each day.. not me though I am on 8 a day. This has persuaded me to cut down on teh smoking and the surfing for a few days. I have tried to stop alltogether.. but I pay so much for my internet and I hate to waste it.
