me and my monkey

firstly, is Xenon really Oxygen in disguise?

and secondly, how many countries secretly hate britain....but hate france more?

but before all that; if a kettle of water in the south pole was boiling at 37 degrees celcius, and there was a polar bear standing over it watching.....
1) how lost is the polar bear?
2) how the hell is is the kettle defying physics and boiling at 37 degrees?
3) what the hell are you talking about?

i feel as if im in a slightly odd mood today (oh no shit lewis...).... im just far too tired to congigate sentances properly, or form logical links between things....

which reminds me, what happend to 'Snoopy'?

anyways, unfortunatly its a petit blog again.....but i WILL (promise) do a good one soon.... like tomorrow

CIAO

rememberance day: sunday 08/11/09

bit of a somber one sorry...

seems to me that people dont know what rememberance day is, or respect it much if they do...

now, before you say, 'oh its only coz you're a cadet'.... i went to every rememberance parade i could. this is because i felt it was important, even from a very early age, to remember those who died....actually died... for us to live the way we do today. if i could appreciate that when i was 5, why the hell cant people do it today in their teens?

does it so fail to hold our attention, that these people fell in combat and didnt get up, that we negate to see the importance at all and instead chose to do anything barr go to a cenotaph and spend 2 minutes in fucking silence.... just to say thanks....

if people genuinly believe in a god, then i couldnt think of any other way to say thanks than to get off your arse and actually see the memorial that represents them....an everlasting reminder of their sacrafice so that you can do what the fuck you like....

i truly consider it an honour and a privalige to be holding the banner of my squadron, standing to attention and saluting those who died from my squadron and the rest of the world, so i could be there, standing there..... able to remember them and what they did. i feel its the least i could do.

so can you imagine how much it grates me to hear, 'whats tha...?', when i ask the question, 'are you going to rememberance parade?'......

i cant really say it offends me, because im not military myself....but ive got friends in the army and air force, and i know people who've died in Iraq and Afganistan..... so you can imagine how much it truly pisses me off and angers me to get the response;

'i cba to go'....

i'll remember that when i think of my dead friends.

just sayin it like it is

hello darlings, no im not gay, im just excitable around sheep and tight spaces....

have you ever noticed that it's not just cheese that goes off and goes foul? some people do too....like there's this one person who really got to me today, but wasnt even linked to me....

someone, having been given a reasonably cool task by a member of staff, was relieved by someone, without being asked to....thus taking on this role which she wasnt asked to do.... this phrase 'fuck off and mind your own buisiness', leaps and bounds to the forefront of my mind...

saying that, if she wants to do my homework for me, she is MORE than welcome to attempt to do so....

so yeah....
its all good

difficult decissions have taken their toll on me, making me feel sluggish and desperatly bored....nah just kiddin, my life is great right now!

also, in a random twist, i propose we create a series of ironic video's, depicting oxymorons and complete crap: ie, americans are secretly smart.


anyways, im bushed....catch ya all another day
CRA

pointing out the obvious and oblivious

in a glaxy far far away, which some may call here, and in a time when bed is calling me from above, untill i get up to its level, whereupon it will be slighly below, i have come to the devistating conclusion that i should get my posterior in gear and partake in the writing of yet more drivle and dispare in a vague attempt at comedy and satire......

the reason for no punctuation is that i am a man attempting to break the world reading record and i feel that punctuation would act as speed bumps in the progression of this shear wonderous piece of crap that i doth beseach before me...... in other words, i cba...

so today i wish to speak of public servants in one form or another..... and concentrate upon lollipop ladies.

the humble lollipop lady (aka, 'traffic bitch'), is often found hanging around school areas when the kids are going in or out. her trademark is wearing yellow, and carrying a faux lollipop, which she uses to entice traffic to stop....

she actually uses it as an attractive looking staff, and shouts at the cars, 'i command you in the name of all that is holy, to either stop at the line or face a firy doom as i shoot you with a massive laser cannon hidden under my hi-vis..... touch these kids and i will touch you....'

so all in all, she is a world class paedofile....attracting small cars and infants to cross and stop by her for a period of time, only present when there is an abundance of children aged 3-15.... and she gets to dress in funky clothes..... my god... the traffic bitch has the best job in the world!

Thought for the day
if you or anyone you know IS a traffic bitch....im sorry... i just wanted you to know..

Question for the day
have you ever been temped to ask a lollipop lady to lick her lollipop?....

Heads-up for the day
school tomorrow.....that vile prison which becons us back into its cold embrace with no remorse or care for mortality, as we sink lower in our chairs, avoiding the teachers (old as the furniature).... only time will tell if it's worth it
but in the here and now, fuck em, and hava laff!

COMENT, RATE, APPRECIATE
XD

pointing out the obvious and oblivious

so, long story short....

....and that's when i found out lola wasn't a woman, 'puff the magic dragon' was subliminally about drugs, and the trusting man with the bike pole up my arse was actually a homosexual....

oh hey there, long time no see.... my god, you're all ugly...

ah well, plastic surgery cost a bomb so you are forgiven.. how the hell are you all?

i'll be honest...recently ive actually been busy and havnt had time to think about blogging. for this, a mortal sin, i shall probaby go to hell....but in the mean time i will maintain blogging about crap.

this in itself is just another lil' petit blog to tide the system over till i can manipulate my cells to conjure up some 'good shit' for you all to absorb like cocaine, leaving you feeling cold and desperate, yet exhilerated and buzzing for hours.... untill it runs out and you feel dirty and ashamed like that hooker i saw in cardiff one day.... my god, what a tramp. if anyone could think of a better use for Mr Muscle, it was on her face....

so basicly.... i'll start writing better blogs if you start cleaning the faces of inner-city prostitues with chemicals, originally designed for use on household surfaces.

thought for the day
im incredibly happy.... what about you?

question of the day
are there any cycle routes from caerphilly to pontyclun?

heads-up for the day
school next week.... erm... not much
tim.... whens ur party dude? people are saying different dates

catch ya l8rs
CRA