I really can’t be arsed…

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So; should I even bother telling you about my weekend? Cos it was, you know, the usual stuff with the usual suspects…dorps Friday, rugby and football on Saturday, chillin on Sunday. Yeah, Sunday, the Dumb African Footballer Show! Okay, done to death.

Maybe I should talk about Liverpool scoring 4 goals in a game. Or how people just can’t be arsed to tackle Christiano Ronaldo? I know, I’ll whine about the Stormers, that will be new, won’t it?

Oh, I have it; I’ll tjoon you about the hater who’s talking about me. I thought the vavengi disease was wiped out, but apparently not. In fact, nah, I’m in a good mood today, why spoil it?

Here it is – I saw Happy Feet and it’s an absolutely excellent movie. The storyline goes a bit wonky at the end, but that’s okay cos it’s a really good flick. Finally, something to watch repeatedly! Oh, you don’t give a shit, I forgot.

So, in essence, I have absolutely feck-all to say.

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15 Replies to “I really can’t be arsed…”

  3. So JB are you being paid for the ads on your website – coz I just bought something from cheapbooks. 🙂

  4. No, really, this is fascinating stuff. Think what Lee would say. He’d be impressed. Keep it up. Where the hell has everyone been. Gets lonely up in here.

  5. We would spend time refreshn this site but our Resolutions include being more focused. Unlike the owners apparently, who still do the same things they did last year without change.

  6. Yeah, the ads are important, trying to generate a little revenue 🙂

    Gala, sarcasm doesn’t suit you. Quit 🙂

    Tino, thanks for the sly dig, but not all our resolutions had to do with shoving a broomstick up our arses and becoming a total stiff, hehe

    I mean that in the nicest possible way.

  14. In the year 2006 , the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in England and said, “Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me”

    Build another Ark and save two of every living thing, along with a few good humans.”

    He gave Noah the CAD drawings, saying, “You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights.”

    Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard but no Ark.

    “Noah!” He roared, “I’m about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?”

    “Forgive me, Lord,” begged Noah, “but things have changed. I needed Building Regulations Approval. I’ve been arguing with the Fire Brigade about the need for a sprinkler system. My neighbours claim that I should have obtained planning permission for building the Ark in my garden because it is development of the site even though in my view it is a temporary structure. We had to go to appeal to the Secretary of State for a decision.

    Then the Department of Transport demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark’s move to the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.

    Getting the wood was another problem. All the decent trees have Tree Preservation Orders on them and we live in a Site of Special Scientific Interest set up in order to protect the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls but no go!

    When I started gathering the animals, the RSPCA sued me. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodation was too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.

    Then the County Council, the Environment Agency and the Rivers Authority ruled that I couldn’t build the Ark until they’d conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood. I’m still trying to resolve a complaint with the Equal Opportunities Commission on how many BMEs I’m supposed to hire for my building team. The trades unions say I can’t use my sons. They insist I have to hire only CSCS accredited workers with Ark-building experience.

    To make matters worse, Customs and Excise seized all my assets, claiming I’m trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species.

    So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark.”

    Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, “You mean you’re not going to destroy the world?”

    “No,” said the Lord. “Looks like the government beat me to it.”

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