So I said to myself: I'm not going to these blog awards. I'm not going to bully or be nasty to anyone. If I'm not winning I've had my rant and I couldn't gives two fucks who wins now.
I don't believe in karma, I think it's a pretty dopey concept to be honest. I believe in the whole don't be a bastard and people will not think you're a bastard but the whole mystical force going round being a cunt to people is just bollocks.
So what happens today - I get a phonecall telling me I've been fired. That's right fucking fired. No job bastards.
I'm not taking this lying down. Once again I'm not going in with my fists swinging because I know enough about the company I've just left to loose them some of their contracts and I'll fucking do it.
They will rue the fucking day.
Monday, 21 March 2011
Sunday, 6 March 2011
Irish Blog Award Shortlist
So the Irish Blog Award shortlist is out and I'm not on it for the third year running, what do I have to do? Post some fucking lolcats or something else predictable and pish? I thought since the Irish Blog Awards are being held in Belfast this year I might just offer whatever pussy assed mutherfuckers made the shortlist out for a fight but slapping the wee wankers about Great Victoria St when they're here for their one night of fun in the year is a bit mean.
So I won't.
I could, no?
Anyways, I won't do anything else bad like get a job as a waiter for the night and spit in your booze or whatever, na fuck that. I'd like to go all Bruce Wayne (incognito) to the event and make nice with everyone and pretend I'm writing an article for my school paper etc and find out who was in charge of the short lists and by fuck if it was a man I'd follow you into the toilets and stand beside you at the urinals pish all down your leg but even if it was a man I bet the fucker pishes sitting down so that's out the window too.
No offence by the way to ladies out there who pish sitting down I know that's just the way you're built. You can pish standing up if you so want to but be warned it will run down your leg.
Fuck it that's my rant over. I'm staying away from the blog awards. I might give the Europa (that's where they're being held I think) a casual two fingers as I walk past it on my way to someplace cooler.
Here's rock and roll sweaty heavy metal band Tool in a more reflective mood. This is how to threaten someone:
So I won't.
I could, no?
Anyways, I won't do anything else bad like get a job as a waiter for the night and spit in your booze or whatever, na fuck that. I'd like to go all Bruce Wayne (incognito) to the event and make nice with everyone and pretend I'm writing an article for my school paper etc and find out who was in charge of the short lists and by fuck if it was a man I'd follow you into the toilets and stand beside you at the urinals pish all down your leg but even if it was a man I bet the fucker pishes sitting down so that's out the window too.
No offence by the way to ladies out there who pish sitting down I know that's just the way you're built. You can pish standing up if you so want to but be warned it will run down your leg.
Fuck it that's my rant over. I'm staying away from the blog awards. I might give the Europa (that's where they're being held I think) a casual two fingers as I walk past it on my way to someplace cooler.
Here's rock and roll sweaty heavy metal band Tool in a more reflective mood. This is how to threaten someone:
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