What a Cnut.

Ah well, it would appear that comments I made in this post got the goat of someone within the power structure of the club. And how do I know this? Well, two days ago I received a letter from the club informing me that I am no longer welcome. Boo Hoo, my heart is broken... Is it fuck... I give less than a shit. To end this post I'm going to make a small prediction by quoting Robert Plant. Your time is gonna come...

Once again, Stockton opened his eyes slowly. Outside the ship stars twinkled and suns shone brightly in the distance. "Well, we're back inside space." Stockton said. "It would appear so." Said Ali. Ali ordered the computer to put the solar system on the screen in front of them and they stared at the map. The planet third from the sun was earth. Ali and Stock decided to head for it to see if any damage had been caused by the ship flying into the swirling cloud. As they approached the planet Stockton told the computer to make contact with the USSC landing authorities. "They ain't answering the phone man." The computer told him. "Then try again bitch." Stockton said. The computer spoke again. "Motherfucker..." It said. "I got no goddamn answer. Ain't no motherfucker answering the phone!" "Give me manual control bitch." Stockton said, taking the controls. Stockton guided the ship into the upper atmosphere of ...

This post may be another story I never finish but I thought I'd post it anyway. If only to give you lot, my faithful readers, something to read. I'm more than willing to accept critisism if you think it deserves it. (It follows on from this story to allow you to see the continuity.) Like I said, I have no idea if this will be completed. You should be used to that by now. ********************************************** There was a bright flash... Then nothing. Stockton opened his eyes. Slowly... Just in case he saw something he didn't like. Everything was fine, the spaceship, his wife and the beertube stock level, was exactly the same as it was. "Pity." He said. Outside the ship there was deep, black, Space. "Stock," Said Ali. "Yes my sweet?" Stockton replied. "What just happened?" "Well, I steered the ship into a big purple swirly thing in space..." "Why?" "Because it's not everyday you get the chance?...

Today I spent most of my time sitting in front of the computer randomly surfing the internet, creating wallpapers for my phone and fucking around with my new MP3 editor Audacity , which is opensource software and can be got by clicking this link . The wallpapers are available by clicking here . And also for your entertainment I created a rather kinky ringtone for my phone which can be downloaded by clicking here. (File hosted by Mediafire.com ) (Images hosted by Photobucket.com )

Without Moto GP. The season came to a close a fortnight ago when Nicky Hayden became the first American champion in six years after Valentino Rossi slid along the track and out of contention on lap four of the Gran Premio De La Comunitat Valenciana. I was hoping that Valentino Rossi was going to pull off the comeback to end all comebacks after fighting his way back to the top of the leaderboard after a shaky start to the season. Sadly though it wasn't to be and now I have to wait until next season, when the new 800cc engine size becomes the norm for Moto GP, for my fix of high speed hijinx.

I hope you're enjoying it you petty bastard. Contrary to what you may believe I have not sank into the depths of despair after YOU initiated my dismissal from that shithole you have the cheek to call a social club. As I'm no longer an employee of YOUR club I'm pretty sure I can lay my opinion on it on the line and let loose my exact feelings about it. So hold on tight motherfucker, the beast within is about to come out to play... The problem in the club is not with the staff members, it's the committee that keeps the club running as though the 19th century never happened. If the club was any more backwards in its thinking there would be no women allowed, no one would be admitted entrance without wearing a tie and there would be no membership granted to anyone unless they had first joined the Funny Handshake Club first. The problem in the committee is that there are too many spineless fucktards who allow you and your clique run the place for your own personal gain. In a...

"Excuse me, Sir" Came the voice somewhere to the left of me. I knew who it was. It was one of Them . The bald headed ones, the orange menace... A Hari Krishna. "Oh fuck." I thought. "What kind of music do you like sir?" The Krishna asked. I tried to get rid of the peace freak by telling her I hated music of all sorts. She countered my bluff by pointing out the pair of headphones around my neck. "So what are those for?" She asked. "Damnit" I thought. "I'm learning how to speak Arabic." I said quickly. "Any particular reason?" The Orange wearing warrior of peace and love asked. "Just in case the war between Christianity and Islam escalates. I figure that when Sharia law is introduced in this country the new overlords will need collaborators." I said, beginning to wonder why I had even stopped walking. "Have you ever considered a life free from sin?" She asked, vainly attempting to get back to t...