Wednesday 10 June 2009

Not the dog's bollocks

In what may well be the most retarded story in quite some time (yes, it comes from the good old USA, who'd have thunk it?), a couple of therapy dogs are getting married.

Apparently, some idiot (possibly TGH spokeswoman Ellen Fiss) thought it would be a good idea to have two dogs get married. Another idiot, The St Petersburg Times staff writer Kim Wilmath, thought it would make for a good story.

Tell me again, would you please, why gays shouldn't be allowed to get married? And while you're at it, tell me why dogs would?

Seems to me the inmates are running the asylum and whatever administrative moron came up with the idea should seek therapy him- or herself.

/JP

Monday 8 June 2009

Back on track

Sorry for the lack of updates, but school has been so far upp my ass I've been coughing papers. Now, however, it's all over for the time being, so there should be more time to write nonsensical drivel for your limited amusement.

Anyway, let's start with the news. In Jamaica, lately there has been a number of broken penises reported. Apparently, a "violent sex act inspired dance" called "daggering" is the source of it all. I've never understood those sex dances myself, considering most [females] who perform them are prude, shy women who change their clothes in the bathroom to avoid beeing seen. The irony of it all, obviously, being that while they get off at acting like prostitutes, they are enraged when guys get any ideas what-so-ever. Either way, I don't want a dagger anywhere near my cock.

In other news, I've decided the guy who had sex with ladies' bicycles was probably just a velocipedophile.

Speaking of bikes, it's time to take out the motorycle. In a country where it's 6 degrees Celsius in the summer, you've got to make the most of the time the sun's actually out.

/JP