Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Aint no fun waiting round to be a logistics magnate


Fly my prettys... FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

From the Gorbells to Vienna

Praise the turd that's hardly heard
The dull thud that preceeds a clean sheet.
Feel no repulsion over it's expulsion
rather, reflect on nature's neat feat

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Ha ha... thick ears

I like that game that they play.. that one where the guy getts knocked over then the other guy hits him in the face just the right amount of times before the 'referee' says it's time to stop hitting the one on the floor. It is like gladiators... not the one with shadow and jett and ulrica jonestown... no no no... the one with the guy lay down while the stood up man knocks all his teeth out

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Lord Byron would blush

Here is a picture of such saucy content that I have been ordered, nay... COMMANDED by the whole of europe (a bunch not short on the owd muckiness themselves) to blank out all but the parts with the least rudies.... this is all that was left

Thursday, May 05, 2011

go for it ... and so on


that phrase is back to haunt me
'let's do this'... oh my, how do I despise thee... let me count the ways