MR SMOOTHIE! think about when he gave himself that title, its a bit of a claim innit. a name to live upto as such/ thats not gonna stop your boy setting up shop near the quay, hollering at as much pussy as he can lay eyes on, and yes; that is a straw hat.
my sister had this little table in her back garden with this nicely painted design on it, she must think its shit if she is throwing it away.
round the corner from my work there is a well presented warehouse, where there is only ever about 5 cars parked up. although now of the others in the area are, this one had barbed wire and a massive fence around the whole thing. every now and again, i see these blokes out the front with long, white, science coats on doing all sorts. one guy one time was dropping stones out of his hand, and his mate was watching him, writting on his clipboard. the other morning i saw a bloke litter picking, still wearing a white lab coat, and he came upto a little battered teddy, looked around and put it in his pocket. you can see it sticking out a little bit, innit weird?
JACKSON DIED. and i dont care what any of you jive turkeys think, john knew before everyone. man was on that shit at about 7.30, and to think im hearing guys talking about 11.30. its so not that its unreal. look at john face. no messing.
malibu are doing a promo edition for the summer where you get a free pair of flip flops. all good, and a wicked cheap idea for a promo item, but what size are they?
royal! me, john and dan got a royal chicken delivered, and it was bad boy shit. when the bloke over the phone asked for my postcode he laughed, and told me it was just around the corner. when they delivered it, it was the main man who runs that shit, and some other bad boy in a suit. it was just delicious.
dead. really, im not that bothered. gutted for all those people who paid thousands to see him, and thought he was god, but to me he was a strange looking paedophile. we put a poster up in the staff canteen as a tribute, ill report back if its still there when i go in next thursday. KING OF POPULAR MUSIC
football today, and a few of us turned up to play some polish lads.
WASTEMAN OF THE WEEK - GORDON RAMSAYi used to think this guy was ok. fuck it, i even like his ideas on food, that it should be really nice versions of really simple dishes. but as the years have rolled on, and pressure to make good television has piled on from the board, he has turned into a cunt. the most self gratified cunt at that. you know when you see him shouting at someone who is actually really nice, and he is just being a prick for the sake of tv? dont you want to serve him? (get it?) i was watching a really early episode of his show and he hardly swears at all, let alone square upto really small, fat kitchen dudes. watch kitchen nigthmares or what ever, when he is doing the links he does that shit where he bobs on his heels like what some teachers used to do for no reason. what a prize arsehole.
ill be back next week, with more shit for your eyes and brain. thankyou and goodnight.
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